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
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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...
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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.
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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?”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Join SPOL: The Future of Laughter… If You Dare
Welcome to the underground. Here, in the shadows of HyperGrim City—formerly known as New York—the unthinkable is happening. A forbidden activity that society has deemed too dangerous, too volatile: laughter. And the only group daring enough to keep the last embers of comedy alive is SPOL, the Society for the Preservation of Laughter. Think of SPOL as a secret society meets prohibition-era speakeasy—but instead of bootleg gin, they deal in sarcasm, irony, and belly laughs.
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Join SPOL: The Future of Laughter… If You Dare
SPOL isn’t just a society; it’s a lifeline. The world aboveground has grown humorless, thanks to the Bureau of Social Maturity and its “Joy Accountability Initiative.” Most people haven’t cracked a smile in years, and witticisms have been driven deep into the underground, along with banned puns and the smuggling of contraband stand-up routines. So here we are: recruiting those who still remember that “joy” is more than just a sanitized word in the government’s vocabulary. You’ll need a SPOL Membership Card—a laugh-cess pass, if you will—to survive this humor drought.
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The “Goods” We Offer
Forget retail therapy. At SPOL, we have access to the real black-market contraband: jokes. But not just any jokes; we’re talking pure, unfiltered humor. Our suppliers risk everything to bring you the kind of wit that could get you locked up—or worse. Here’s a taste of what our members have access to:
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The Dad Joke Stash: Corny? Definitely. Illegal? You bet. These zingers are practically lethal. (“Want to hear a joke about construction? Sorry, I’m still working on it.”) They say laughter’s the best medicine, but these could kill you…with puns.
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Stand-Up Hits from the 2020s: Carefully preserved recordings of the golden era, before comedians were microchipped to prevent jokes with “disruptive potential.” Imagine hearing raw, unfiltered humor—the kind that used to make people laugh until they cried. Now, it’s pure outlaw stuff.
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Irony Injections: Delivered in discreet syringes, these “wit packs” are for emergencies only. They’ll get you through forced work meetings, socially engineered weddings, and government-mandated “cheer seminars.” Just one dose, and you’ll be rolling your eyes with an artful flair that says, “I remember when humor was dangerous.”
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The Roast Pack: For the members who prefer their humor served scalding. Access to high-grade satire scripts that include darkly humorous monologues, takedowns of public figures, and highly illegal caricatures. Membership Level 3 and up only.
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Exclusive Chuckle Chambers: Physical locations, hidden in basements or old garages, where members can share a joke or watch a banned skit. Laughter is always riskier in person, so the laughter “runners” check your ID twice. Some even bring “memory wipes” in case of emergency.
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Membership Tiers: Choose Your Risk Level
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Smirk Initiate: The entry level, for those dipping a toe into underground humor. Access to carefully vetted, non-offensive jokes you can mutter to yourself at work. Think light sarcasm, maybe a dad joke if you’re feeling dangerous. But, no eye contact.
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Chortle Acolyte: Mid-level membership. You’ll gain access to roasts, banned sketch comedy transcripts, and D-list sarcasm. Great for family gatherings where everyone talks politics but no one has an actual sense of humor.
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Laugh-Lover Elite: Advanced membership with access to physical Chuckle Chambers. Here, you’ll find full stand-up routines, rogue satire, and laugh tracks imported from regions untouched by the Bureau of Social Maturity. Warning: attending a live show risks spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, which is punishable by compulsory “Mood Balancing” at government-run Rehabilitation Hubs.
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Giggle Guru (Honorary Status): Rare. Reserved for founding members and veteran jokesters who’ve endured years in the underground circuit. These folks have committed their lives to comedy and are rumored to have laughed out loud in a government building once. They operate in shadows, initiate new members, and perform “guerilla humor” acts on the streets to spread hope.
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How to Become a Member
Becoming a SPOL member isn’t like buying a coffee. You need a referral from a known “laughter sympathizer,” a signed affidavit declaring you haven’t laughed out loud in public in the last year (to avoid suspicion), and the right temperament. If you’re deemed worthy, you’ll get a secret knock pattern, an encrypted laugh-code, and instructions to visit a backroom in a “legal laugh-free” zone.
When you arrive, they’ll ask you to recite a simple joke. It’s a test to see if you can hold your own under pressure. “What’s brown and sticky?” Pause, take a breath, look over your shoulder. “A stick.” If the chuckle moderator nods, you’re in. You’ll be handed your membership card, engraved with the SPOL motto:
“Laugh only in darkness, lest the light find you.”
From that point on, you’re one of us. You’ll receive coded messages with locations for pop-up skit events, new puns, and encrypted files containing unfiltered sarcasm to store away for tough days. Remember, laughter is not just a privilege—it’s an act of rebellion.
So join us, if you dare, and experience the thrill of humor before it’s lost for go
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