Category Archives: strangers

Space Invader

Kelli Jae Baeli Posted on by

[Blast from the past–from April 8, 2004] It started out with me on my way to the grocery store, having awakened with no coffee in the house-a tragedy all on its own. I thought of that little coffeeshop down the street and thought maybe I’d stop in to check it out, so I brought what i lovingly refer to as my Tippi Tap Typer just in case. Roscoe’s Music and Espresso Cafe was a tiny establishment, but intriguing. It was time I tried to get out of the house a little and use my new toy in a different environment. … Continue reading →

Virtual Strangers (a Play in One Act)

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FADE IN: INT. – POPULAR SINGLES BAR – NIGHT In a bar specifically for singles who are seeking partners. patrons mill about, as is normal for most social establishments. But they are all moving about inside a white cardboard box. On the outside of the boxes, there is text. Each of them is also wearing a bag over their head.The text on the boxes is information about themselves. A profile. Sometimes there’s only one line of text, sometimes the surface of the boxes is filled up with a great deal of detail.One Boxed & Bagged person approaches another. B&B1 Hi. … Continue reading →

Virtual Strangers (a Play in One Act)

Kelli Jae Baeli Posted on by

FADE IN: INT. – POPULAR SINGLES BAR – NIGHT In a bar specifically for singles who are seeking partners. patrons mill about, as is normal for most social establishments. But they are all moving about inside a white cardboard box. On the outside of the boxes, there is text. Each of them is also wearing a bag over their head.The text on the boxes is information about themselves. A profile. Sometimes there’s only one line of text, sometimes the surface of the boxes is filled up with a great deal of detail.One Boxed & Bagged person approaches another. B&B1 Hi. … Continue reading →

Door Christians

Kelli Jae Baeli Posted on by

Well here’s my latest little adventure…I’m one of those people who has to have a certain amount of control over my environment to be happy. When that gets disrupted, it fucks with my Chi, as I like to say. As a songwriter, I often spend long hours working on tracking my music in my home studio. I was in the middle of recording a new song and had already started over twice, and really had it going good this time when…. …there was a knock at the door. My dog, Giz, went to barking, (‘Cause it fucks with his Chi, … Continue reading →