"The pen is mightier than the sword." That's what they penned, and they wouldn't lie. They wrote it, it must be true. Looks like we'll find out too. The writers are on strike.
And who wrote the invites if they were on strike? Were they pre-ordered? Does that mean they wrote it on the company dime? That's not fair. That would be like MyUnwife buying all the things she wanted on our money, then telling me she wanted a divo—HEY! It does explain why she wanted the second refrigerator. "Only for Klondike bars" my butt!
That's just not fair. I'm not sure if I'm more offended by the fact that she did it, or that it makes her the underdog and me the establishment. I've seen how writers propagandize these battles, it never works out well for the big guy. And they wouldn't lie.
I might sympathize, but they tried to convince me that Cavemen was a good idea. They may not lie, but they do spin good PR about bad stories. What's to keep them from giving Dow's scrubbing bubbles a show?
We write crap so you don't have tooooo…
We're on strike! That's one strike against them. The next strike smacks them in the forehead when they realize that reality shows own half the airwaves. "Well Heroes was nice, but I have Survivor and Singing Bee to keep me buzzing." This is where the corporate villains and townsfolk audiences shrug in realization, "We don't need the writers." Here's some more bad news: the longer this draws out, the bigger the risk. Most relationships end under seige. MyUnwife and I used to joke about this. The death knell of every relationship:
"If that's how you really feel, then what are you doing with me?"
The next sound you hear is a car engine and, "Hey wait! Come back!" but then it's too late. The future has been written, and it says "the end." The smart combatant avoids this point, unless they're done fighting.
MyUnwife and I are both smart, we're just done fighting.
"The end," they wrote, and they wouldn't lie.
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