A Distressingly Close Approximation Of My Office At The Moment

Is shown in this video from the kids at Late Night With Conan O’Brien. You can’t hear the buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights as loudly as you can in my office right now, but the level of deadness is pretty comparable.

A Magical Place With Aisles and Aisles of Food

I realized tonight as I stopped off at the grocery store on my way home that it’s been an astonishingly long time since I actually went to the grocery store for more than about five items. Since my foot surgery, I’ve gotten highly addicted to getting my groceries delivered. It’s so much easier than going ...

Fuck Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck

My industry is so completely and totally doomed. I am going to ignore the protests of Mr. Cranky Ankle and have a nice stiff glass of bourbon or three.

The Axe Swings Backward 2

Well, at least the uncertainty is pretty much gone: If the strike’s not settled by the end of next week, then next Friday’s my last day. At least I got the courtesy of a warning so I can get my shit together both physically and financially, unlike the last time I got canned. It sucks, ...

The Wind-Down

I’ve experienced the wind-down once before, during summer hiatus between seasons 2 and 3. Between 3 and 4 I missed it, since I was trapped in my apartment after getting foot surgery instead. The wind-down comes after we finish filming, which we did on Thursday. Everyone gets their wrap days, cleans out all their shit, ...

That’s Appropriate

So I get home from drinking with the crew because today (well, yesterday at this hour) was our last day of filming, and I grab the computer so I can read while icing my foot. The first thing I see when I look at my RSS feeds is this from the Onion: “Uninsured Man Hopes ...

One Down, Two To Go

Broadway stagehands: Followers when it comes to calling strikes (having called theirs about a week into the WGA strike), but let’s hope they’re leaders when it comes to settling them. Now it’s down to the main body of the WGA and the CBS news writers. It’s at least a somewhat hopeful portent, and for the ...

Normal vs. Strike, Vol. 1

Normally, I’d be moaning and complaining about having to go back to work after a blissfully lazy Thanksgiving break. This year, I’m just thankful I still have a job that I’m not nearly ready to drag myself back to kicking and screaming. Cross your fingers that progress is made tomorrow, my friends.

A Light At The End of The Tunnel

Let’s just hope it’s not an oncoming train. Although at this point, I consider the two sides sitting in the same room, staring hatefully across the table at each other for eight hours to be a giant step in the right direction. If they actually to get this shit settled, it’ll be a Christmas miracle.

Desperation + Goofy Theme Striking = Dating Gold

So the Writer’s Guild division of the Gay Mafia is putting together an LGBT picket, which sounds like ever so much fun. I’ve decided I’m totally going over there, because I might actually be able to get hot/funny writer lesbians to go out with me. You see, while in normal times, my weekly salary would ...