Many regular readers have noticed that the quality and the quantity of the writing here has fallen off significantly over the last month or two. There's a reason.
You're probably under the impression that Lance Mannion Productions is a one-man operation. Au contraire, mes amines. I'm the creator-producer, sort of the David Simon/David Milch/David Chase of this blog. (And have you noticed that you have to be named David to become the creator producer of a groundbreaking HBO TV drama series? Comedies can be produced by any old Tom, Dick, or Harry, but for the real gritty, rises-to-the-level of Shakespearean tragedy stuff, you need to be a David. I don't know what to make of the fact of Larry David.) And like those guys I have a staff of writers.
Had a staff of writers.
In solidarity with the WGA, my writers have walked out.
I'm trying to negotiate a separate deal, the way Letterman did, but some of their demands are outrageous!
Ice cream twice a day? Out of the question. And bedtime will not be moved past 9 o'clock on school nights, no way, no how!
Meanwhile....know any reliable scabs with snappy prose styles willing to work for peanuts and one bowl of cookies and cream ice cream a day?