Chris Conidis Artist, Author, Screenwriter
Chris Conidis is a versatile writer, filmmaker, and improv performer with a career spanning over two decades. His work includes satire, social commentary, and dark humor, often exploring themes like societal critique, futurism, and absurdity.
Writer and former artist, Chris Conidis is back at it, in the latest work-in-progress, “Progress City,” a sharp satire that takes a deep, comical dive into society’s love affair with “progress.” This new project, a sprawling parody of futurism and modern life, unpacks humanity’s journey from the cave to today’s social dilemmas. With his trademark humor, Conidis pokes fun at how every era has imagined the future—often with more confidence than accuracy—and how these visions have both shaped and clashed with reality.
Introducing Progress City – A Satirical Journey Through Our Obsession with "Advancement"
This sprawling parody of futurism and modern life peels back the layers of our societal quirks, from our earliest beginnings to the complex dilemmas of today.
*Progress City* invites us to reflect on what it really means to move forward—and at what cost.
Check out the official press release for more insights into the inspiration behind this project: [Read here)
Let me know what you think about this satirical dive into the future and our present!
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Chris Conidis: The Time-Traveling Master of Mediocrity
Chris Conidis sprinkles in some historical trivia, and tears apart pop culture like a kid with a piñata. Ever wonder what it takes to be an expert in absolutely nothing? Look no further. Known for his ability to leave no trace in the annals of history, He is a distinguished master of “meh.” While some aim for fame, he is content on being the unsung hero of mediocre pursuits, championing the art of sarcastic observation and the pursuit of temperate achievements.He’s not here to change the world…He is just here to rearrange the deck chairs while the ship goes down...
Born in the depths of prehistoric humanity—probably while someone was inventing the wheel—Conidis started his career as a caveman, slowly chiseling away at rocks and cracking his first sarcastic comment. Back then, there were no influencers, just basic survival and the occasional woolly mammoth scare. Conidis was ahead of his time, the original social media pioneer—drawing stick figures on cave walls to the disinterest of any Neanderthal within a 10-mile radius. No followers, no problem.
As time ticked on and human history fumbled its way forward, Conidis stayed in the mix, dodging plagues, bad haircuts, and even worse fashion trends (seriously, tunics?) with the same finesse he now uses to avoid online trolls. While everyone else was busy building empires, he was busy telling Socrates, “Hey, man, why not take a break and just chill? You’re overthinking this whole philosophy thing.” Of course, his toga party ideas didn't exactly take off, and his critique of democracy was something like: “Yeah, democracy... or should I say, Demo-Crazy?”
Conidis gave the Egyptians a hand in designing the pyramids, suggesting, “Have you thought about making them triangle-shaped? I mean, it’s just an idea.” Fast forward to the Dark Ages—Conidis was there too, trying to make fire jokes, but the crowd just wasn’t ready. #TooSoon.
Then came the Renaissance—oh, what a time to be alive! Conidis was rubbing elbows with Da Vinci, telling him, “Ever thought about, like, flying or something?” and witnessing revolutions unfold, many of which he considered “way too dramatic.” He dodged cannonballs in the French Revolution like it was no big deal and spent a good amount of time roasting Napoleon’s height—"You're really that short in person?" Classic Conidis.
And then, just when you thought the madness couldn’t get any worse... enter the modern era. Selfies, hashtags, and TikTok dances. Conidis, still sporting a confused look from the previous century, couldn’t believe it. “Wait, so we went from inventing fire to lip-syncing to pop songs on a tiny screen? How did I miss that memo?” he wondered aloud.
Today, he spends his days in utter bewilderment, watching humanity become obsessed with filters, likes, and viral nonsense. "Cave paintings at least had some culture," he quips. A seasoned time traveler, Conidis is still trying to figure out how the human race went from inventing the wheel to... unboxing videos. Through it all, Conidis remains a witness to the spectacle—armed with sarcasm sharper than a medieval sword and a humor that has survived and roasted the ages.
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PROGRESS CITY ROME 2.0
Progress City: Rome All Over Again
Welcome, ladies & gentlemen, to Progress City, the gleaming metropolis of the future—or, as we like to call it, Rome 2.0, now with more Wi-Fi and less philosophy. Yes, behold the triumph of modern civilization, where we’ve achieved the impossible: building a fragile house of cards on top of the ashes of every lesson history tried to teach us.
Progress City is an architectural marvel, a skyline littered with glass boxes of indeterminate purpose, each competing to see which can reflect the most sunlight directly into your retinas. You’ve got your office buildings, your overpriced condos, and your mega shopping malls, each more soulless than the last, all bathed in the warm glow of digital billboards advertising things you can’t afford but will buy anyway because, hey, we’ve all got credit cards. That’s progress.
But what makes Progress City truly remarkable is not the buildings—it’s the people. Here, we’ve perfected the art of the hustle. From dawn to dusk, its citizens race like hamsters on a wheel, pursuing the elusive dream of "getting ahead." And what a dream it is! You can climb your way to the top of the corporate ladder, where your reward is a bigger cubicle and a slightly less condescending email from your boss.
The social fabric of Progress City is woven together with threads of digital detachment. Sure, the Romans had the Forum, where citizens gathered to debate politics and philosophy, but why waste time talking to people when you can swipe right or left, double-tap, or post a story about your avocado toast? In Progress City, our public square is a virtual echo chamber where everyone’s voice is loud, but no one’s listening.
Democracy 2.0—now with fewer ideals and more memes!
Speaking of democracy, let’s not forget our beloved leaders in Progress City. No longer do we have emperors draped in togas; now we have politicians draped in ambiguity, their promises as empty as the parking lot outside a Blockbuster. These leaders have mastered the fine art of saying nothing while smiling like they just discovered a tax loophole. They don’t build roads or fix infrastructure, but by God, do they know how to cut ribbons at grand openings.
And what about the plebeians? The everyday folk? Well, fret not! In Progress City, you can achieve anything you set your mind to—if by "anything," you mean working three jobs to afford rent in a studio apartment that’s smaller than a Roman chariot. The ancient Romans had bread and circuses to keep the masses happy, but here in Progress City, we have Netflix and fast food—keeping you entertained and fed without ever leaving your couch, just as Caesar intended.
Urban planning in Progress City is truly a stroke of genius. The traffic is designed to flow as smoothly as molasses in January, with highways that offer the authentic experience of being trapped in a time loop, forever late to work but never quite arriving. Our public transport system is a marvel of modern inefficiency, where every ride is a journey into the unknown—will the train arrive on time, or will you experience a breakdown of epic proportions? It’s like a gladiator fight between your patience and reality, and reality always wins.
But what truly sets Progress City apart is its obsession with progress for the sake of progress. We’ve created more apps than diseases, and more fast fashion than fresh air. The environment? Oh, we’ve left that in the capable hands of the next generation—after all, it’s their problem now. While the Romans drained their resources to build aqueducts, we drain ours for Bitcoin farms and influencer mansions. If that’s not progress, I don’t know what is.
Of course, no satire of modern civilization would be complete without mentioning our culture of success. Success in Progress City is measured not by wisdom or character, but by how many followers you have on social media. Forget Socrates and his "unexamined life"; here, the only life worth living is the one that can be curated, filtered, and shared for maximum likes. Everyone’s an emperor in their own digital empire, ruling over a domain of selfies, hashtags, and fake inspirational quotes.
In the end, Progress City isn’t just a city—it’s a state of mind. It’s the modern Rome, complete with collapsing institutions, overworked citizens, and a leadership class more concerned with their next PR stunt than with actual progress. But don’t worry, just like Rome, we’re invincible, right? The cracks in the foundation are purely aesthetic, and the barbarians at the gates? They’ve probably just come to check out the new artisanal coffee shop.
So let us raise a glass—to Progress City, where the future looks just like the past, only with better marketing and worse weather. And remember, when in Rome—sorry, I mean, Progress City—do as the endlessly scrolling, increasingly indifferent citizens do: Keep your head down, your Wi-Fi connected, and your existential dread safely repressed.
That’s progress for you.