As every fan of watching things on screens is aware, the Writers Guild of America (WGA) has struck, or perhaps stricken, against the Alliance of Motion Picture, Television, and Made-For-Television Motion Picture Producers (AMPTMFTMPP).

As WGA members, we vow not to commit any of our brilliant ideas to the page until the studios capitulate to our demands. We refuse to draw upon our vast creative resources, which include one shared copy of Final Draft software and a vocabulary chock full of words like "capitulate," "chock full," and "lest." Lest America forget what it's missing out on, here’s WHAT WE’RE NOT WRITING today:

(To tell the world what you're not writing during the strike, click here.)

Thursday, December 27, 2007


A suspense thriller with a shocking twist. At the very end of the movie, the frustrated detective has the sickening realization that he is in fact not a police detective, but a blueberry muffin with delusions of grandeur. (On repeated viewings of the movie, the audience would have noticed that Det. Barry Muffin was never NOT seen on the counter of the precinct break room.)

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