Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Enough is Enough
This is my plea to the striking writers in Hollywood.
Dear Spoiled Brats,
Enough is enough already. Get back to work. Here's a newsflash....no one makes as much money as they think they deserve. Welcome to reality. Those in my profession have had a hand in the fact that you even learned to write in the first place. Should I be expecting a kick back for that? I just want to know how far this gravy train is-a-rollin'.
I apologize for sounding insensitive, but get back into your BMW's, drive on down to the studio and get me some Pushing Daisies, The Office, Private Practice, Bones, Numbers, anything. ANYTHING. BUT. MORE. REALITY. TV. I don't care who the next Apprentice/Model/Top Chef/Chocolate Bunny Idol Girl or Biggest Loser will be.
Seriously, I live in the Antelope Valley, the land where actual entertainment comes to die. We have very little beyond 40 mph winds, beautiful desert sunsets and prime time television. The very least you could give us is quality evening entertainment.
Norma Raye went back to work....and so should you. Quit screwin' around. I'm getting bored and cranky. More importantly, I am worried that this will drag on long enough to completely squash my supermostfavoritest show Pushing Daisies. If you kill the Daisy, it's over between us. I may never forgive you for killing a relationship that had the promise of being so clever and beautiful. Don't even get me started on the fact that the last few episodes of Scrubs might be lost forever.