I'm breaking my silence. I realize my absence had you reeling but I'm in great demand these days.
The WGA flew me out to L.A. this past week to do some sweet talking with my tribe. Writers are really opinionated. You may not have surmised this. They are excellent communicators as well, except when it comes to personal matters. Then they pretty much suck it.
As you know, negotiations broke down. The studios are accusing the writers of cheap tricks (not the great 80s band); the writers are getting lazy about their picketing. Everything's going to pot.
All this talk really bored the crap out of me so I took a spin around the Los Angeles parts with my agent and resident Los Angelen. What a confusing place. For all the cars, there are hardly any folks around, pounding the pavements and such. It's kind of weird.
My agent showed me an excellent time though. We sported, adventured, arted, drove by hideously ornamented houses, and such. I even lost my sunglasses! In no time, I had forgotten all about the writers. That's how it is with us writers. We're extremely "of the moment" or "in one ear, out the other." I love witticisms like that.
Once again, I set out to do a job and mission accomplished. I trust the writers and studios will come around soon; if not more Scrubs reruns which is pretty sweet if you ask me.
