and then there are some things I've done that don't really fit anywhere else.

like this outline for a musical comedy where all the songs would be Smiths songs.

or this very loose translation of Ovid's story of Daphne and Apollo, written for a reading put together by bittersweets.

or this story, which starts out being about the Foo Fighters and ends up being about what happened after they marooned me in Dallas with three of their drummer's groupies.

or these: the results of my ongoing offer to write a dirty limerick about any friend of mine who asks.

there will be more.