Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Dainty Cadaver Mad Libs-Style Blog Thing: Cara Francis

Actor, writer, ensemble member of the New York Neo-Futurists since 2008 – is there anything Cara Francis can’t do? (Well, I’m not sure whether she’s a plumber. Or a notary public. Cara?) I had the misfortune of missing the NYIT-nominated The Soup Show last year, but Hope saw it and was thoroughly impressed – hence the appearance of her voice in Team C’s epic ramble. Check her out in Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind through January 29!


No one’s gonna stop me from poo-in in my bathroom when I have to.

As Abraham Lincoln said, “The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget the future.”

Before I had Piper McKenzie in my life, I was a hollow shell of a human being. Now I ate spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.

The superpower I would least want to have would probably be the power to fly a plane as a licensed commercial airline pilot because I think that job must be really taxing and stressful.

The first play I ever wrote was titled "Red Wine And Razorblades. After that I was ashamed.

If I were to finish this sentence it would be completed.

If I didn’t write plays or do things like Dainty Cadavers I’d probably be at church.

Sugar and spice and two pencil eraser-sized bumps of heroin you thought was coke that a guy gave you in the bathroom of the last bar you went to: that’s what little girls are made of.

I think the Internet affects the ways we make theater in that it makes research easy and focus hard.

In the beginning God created math.

I couldn’t live without H2O, but the part of it I could live without is natural occurring elemental hydrogen.

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