That’s right, folks, question marks in the headline can mean only one thing: it’s time to prognosticate! Will humans land on Mars? Is purple the new pink? Would this monkey let me squeeze her tits for a banana? No one can say for sure, and that means we’re free to speculate wildly! Yee ha!
Details are still sketchy, but the rumor going around is that the WGA strike is over. DeadlineHollywoodDaily:
So I’ve just been told that Peter Chernin did make it to Super Bowl XLII after all. (Heck, it’s News Corp’s Fox Sports televising it, and Phoenix is only an hour’s corporate jet ride away.) And the mogul is telling Hollywood folk there that "the strike is over", according to emails coming fast and furious out of that venue.
Meanwhile, Variety says:
The Writers Guild of America and studio brass made a breakthrough on the key issue of Internet streaming in a lengthy Friday session — generating cautious optimism that an end to the 3-month-old writers strike may soon be at hand.
I’m not gonna pretend I know all the nuances of this story and I’m not gonna pretend I care. Everyone who makes more money than me can pretty much lick my balls, unless they’re inviting me on their yacht (which I will pronounce "yacked"). Bottom line, it looks like pretty soon
stoned jackasses like James Franco here (in honor of this video, i rescind any bad things I said about James Franco) actors won’t have to come up with their own lines. And that’s a beautiful thing, like the laughter of a child, or the clank of a blacksmith’s hammer.
I want more like this!
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