The writer's strike is over!
You thought I was kidding maybe all this time. Thought you'd get something out of me. That I'd crack? Poor puppies. So neglected, dejected, and sad.
I am back for full attack.
I've learned many important lessons during this radio silence. Not everyone can write. In fact, we are few and far between. It's a burden really. This talent.
Yeah, you don't care, you greedy bastards. You just want deliverables.
Typical.
So here I am with plenty to say. But are you ready for it? How bad do you want it?
We'll see. For tonight, put down your pens and go directly to the bar to rejoice that Shiny Penny has been released from her silent prison.
Cheers to that.
