





"Those Aren't Muskets!" sure is an odd name for a comedy troupe, and its origin may surprise you. It's actually been around since the early 19th century, when it fought for the Union in the Civil War.
Nearly a century later, it would be selected as part of a Canadian government program to undergo radical experimental surgery. Metal was grafted to its bones and wicked sideburns to its face. Those Aren't Muskets! soon became despondent, upon finding out that its origin story is almost identical to that of popular Marvel superhero Wolverine.
Then it bummed around the country for a while, finally opening a bait and knick-knacks shop off of the I-15. Standing on the wooden planks of the store's porch and watching the shadows of the Sierra Nevadas grow long with sunset, Those Aren't Muskets! knew that while it may not have lived a life without regret, it had found peace, and that was all that mattered.
Then two guys burned the store down, contaminated all the bait, and stole its name for their shitty website.
Guess what? We still have a blog! And though we may no longer provide oddly-shaped thumbnails or nonsensical excerpts at the bottom of the front page, you can still keep up with all of the latest Muskets! happenings by clicking the blue blog button at the top of this very website.
The blog is our private space. A safe place where we're free to wax philosophical about our interests, aspirations, victories and defeats, religious yearnings and all that makes us human. Although we don't actually use it for any of that. Mainly we plug stuff.
So to stay on top of TAM!-related video releases, upcoming projects, plays, festivals, contests, and the many things we'll be plugging, be sure to check out the official Muskets! Blog. Otherwise, you risk NOT KNOWING when our tortilla chip ad comes in third in a tortilla chip ad competition.
Truly, it's the highest purpose to which a free, unlimited publishing and distribution platform can be put. In years to come, schoolchildren will read on their kindles about how the world was changed by our sudden ability to say anything we want to anyone at any time. Well, inner-city schoolchildren. The rich kids will still get actual books.
The Those Aren't Muskets! Blog: The commenting system may be unwieldy and the grammar shaky, but dammit, it's our home.






