The Hairy Ape Presents...

...Another thrilling installment of...I Told You Fucking So!

This week we find our mild mannered protagonist filtering through his email, and what should darken his in box door? In bold letters the subject line reads: WOODPECKER. A tensing. What news will such an ominous subject line bring? Has the author gone mental again? Have people been arrested for trying to produce it? Did a certain Woolly staff member get their wish, and the play has died in a fire?

I'm afraid nothing quite so dynamic. For when the email let loose it's message, the news was that the Woodpecker was a Semi-Finalist for the O'Neil Award. And lets just say that a certain blogger with an O'Neil play as his email/blog identity's blurb was still intact from when he wrote it 9 months ago. Not much of what I write gets saved, but that makes me happy.

Congratulations to my friend Brett and his perseverance through all the trials of writing new plays, especially the kind of sick and demented shows he is responsible for - keep it up, and we've got a chance to offend the world!