Will Hines has soft, velvety ears like some sort of Angora Rabbit. NO JOKE!
ladies, I know you like rubbing soft, smooth things like kittens and shit. RUB WILL HINES' EARS!!! They are silky.

Among my resolutions for 2004:
1. Download and burn all albums by the Smiths.
2. Push-ups.
3. Read my newly acquired copy of "word-a-day" book from 1910.
4. Attend/Participate in all of Monkeydick's Tuesday 9:30pm shows.
5. Less with the developing government conspiracy theories; more with the drinking water.
Merry Christmas, Monkeydick.
You're all a bunch of Jews and Protestants, but you still can have my warm wishes.
Oh, and we have a show on the 27th.
We're really excited about our new contest, which you can see by selecting "contest" from the bottom menu. It's already gotten some great entries.
Just drawing your attention to it.
Oh, and we have a show on the 27th.
The cultural and media elite have released their "best of 2003" lists. But one list has NOT yet been released! And that's the "Best of Monkeydick 2003." So here it is. Totally biased to my opinion. All quotes paraphrased:
Upon receiving the suggestion "lame," Rocco sits down and sings "Happy Birthday To Me"
In one of the other many shows in which Rocco's character was sitting sadly alone, Brett says from the back line "Saddy Sad Sad Sad. What makes Saddy sad sad sad?"
Brian says "I see you're looking to rent from the rack marked 'Mike's suggestions'? I'm Mike."
Brett is marrying Dyna, and it turns out that everyone there is a former boyfriend of Dyna's. "Who else here is in love with my wife?" shouts Brett. Back line responds with "Me!" "Me too!" And then Curtis neighs: "Hee-haw!".
The scene in which Curtis' character said he had something to live for because he had two tickets to see The Cult.
Dyna tells her husband Matt that if he didn't find all the Easter Eggs, Jesus would not come back to life.
Brian starts the scene 'Have you figured out who this house's previous owners were?' And John said 'No. But everything points to clowns.'
Matt is a mobster arguing with another mob family over who to make mayor. He's upset that the other mob family's choice doesn't have a good understand of bond issues.
Matt and Mitch are kneading bread and flirting.
Andy starts the scene with "That's an insult where I come from." And Mitch responded "It should be. I just called you a wop faggot! Now good day, sir!"
Pete's my wife, we're having breakfast, and tells me he's wondering if I'm okay because I "took a big shit the bed."
Rob's on an expedition with John. He wishes he had water, and John gives him some. Then Rob asks John what he favorite of the expedition has been so far. John says it was seeing swing dancing bears. And Rob says "Mine was when you had the water."
My own favorite thing I did was being an old man with a self-recorded single called "Rickety Fence."
New icons for everyone in the group. Someone else post something and test it out.
Will Hines is a karaoke machine.
Just stop it America. Stop loving me. It's ruining my already dubious indie cred.
So, we're trying to get our "media" section up and running and we keep hitting snags. But you should in the near future be able to get some MP3s from Monkeydick members other groups Cracked Out and Cowboy and John as well as a very odd assortment of video.
Our last appearance at Harold Night 2003 has come and gone. It was also the birthday of one MATT DECOSTER, and he had some great bits all night long.
We had a confab over Monkeydick in '04, aka YEAR OF THE MONKEY (which really won't start until Lunar New Year in February, but close enough) and things are going to be hot, hot, hot. We're closing Harold Night, or as we like to think of it -- HEADLINING HAROLD NIGHT -- and making a bid for February as well.
We have keen, economical new flyers in four hot designs (with another 4 designs when those run out) -- collect them all.
"The Net" is on TBS (so I'll be watching it twice) and I'm taking notes. This is EXACTLY like what happened to our website.
I think Sandra Bullock hacked our site.
So this web site sort of, kind of, VANISHED for a week. What a pain. It looks like we were HACKED. We had to wipe out the hard-drive and reinstall everything. We actually moved to a brand new web server -- but before this post gets too terribly boring let me just point out again: Monkeydick.Com was HACKED!
Who hacks an improv group's web site? Or more to the point, what kind of improv group gets its site hacked? What did we ever do? Am I going to be killed in my sleep just for asking these questions in a public place?
Anyway, we're back. Still updating some pages and such, but we're mostly here.