The Writers’ Guild Of America announced yesterday that it has reached an interim agreement with the Grammy Awards, meaning that Guild members will be able to write soggy jokes about BitTerrorists and sappy stories about the unfettered genius of Clive Davis without fear of retaliation from their union. [Hollywood Reporter]
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As Dave Letterman said on his first post-strike night back on the air:
I know what you’re thinking — this crap is written?
I had hoped that they wouldn’t get the waiver so I could go and see Liars and No Age. I’ll be sitting on my couch liveblogging myself to death instead.
Bruce Villanch sighs with relief, quashing worries that his fingers would atrophy, and he’d need a Hawking-esque computer to scribe banter.