If you don’t get my Clifford Odett’s reference then shame on you! Only one of the best working class writers to hit the scene in the 1930s. Google some shit. Anyways, Cliff would have been proud. This from Variety:

Writers will strike
WGA members will walk out Monday
By DAVE MCNARY, CYNTHIA LITTLETONThe Writers Guild of America and its 12,000 members is about to announce that it will go on strike Monday against studios and networks.
The official announcement will come at a news conference at WGA West headquarters in Los Angeles, following approvals in Friday meetings by the WGA West board and the WGA East Council.

Talks between the WGA and the companies broke down on Wednesday — a few hours before the contract expired — over the issue of DVD residuals and work for the Internet. No new talks have been scheduled.

The strike announcement follows a unanimous recommendation by the Guild’s negotiating committee. WGA leaders told 3,000 members of the strike plans Thursday night at the Los Angeles Convention Center.

In voting several weeks ago, WGA members gave a 90% endorsement to authorize their leaders to call a strike if no agreement could be reached.

I really loved how much emotion you gave during Laurence Fishburne’s “come to Jesus” at the end of “Deep Cover.” That part where you were so passionate about our rockface’s good nature that you spit all over the camera, gave me Oscar goose bumps. I can’t believe they dissed “Deep Cover” that year. Between your faith-caked face and Laurence’s manly tank top when he was protecting his faux crack ho, I melted. (Please know I do love this movie…for various reason).

And then when you were in that black drop squad like scary movie and you played a devel, I was moved! Who knew ashy meant evil? I have an evil case of calves right now!

And then, all that to know you were married to Tyne Daly! You are a playboy, my friend. Everybody’s in Quincy Jones and his vanilla kool-aid options and nobody knew about you fulfilling everyman’s “Cagney and Lacey” fantasies.

Um…this just in. That is NOT Clarence Williams III. Maxwell, you have the best Halloween costumes, man! Ahem…hello? Ah, are the cops knocking?

Tough room.

Dear Clarence,

Many apologies. I did not know Maxwell was a stan for you like I am.

xoxoox
t.tara

Music!

Folks say words but I’m hard pressed to figure somebody didn’t sing the first word since all words have a melody. How else do explain listening to Luther Vandross and becoming pregnant immaculately?

Don’t miss this show or else you will be barren. I’m just saying…