No Rain

As you may have heard, we’re having a bit of a drought here in Georgia. It’s not so bad in Savannah as it is in Atlanta. We just can’t water our lawns, while Atlantaians are about 90 days away from running out of water altogether. And what is Governor Sonny Purdue’s solution? Why, to ask people to pray for rain, of course.

What the Fuck, Sonny. Seriously. Pray for rain? That’s your bright idea? Not, hay guys maybe we should conserve water? Or hay, could someone loan me a few truck fulls of water? Or, anything sensible? No, let’s just hope it all works out.

Oh, and Phil Plait makes a funny at our expense.

I’ve got to get the fuck out of this state.


If you’re wondering what this whole WGA writer’s strike thing is all about, but only have enough time to go one place to get the low down, you could do worse than stopping by John Roger’s place over at Kung Fu Monkey. If you have the time though, also drop by Ken Levine‘s and Jane Espenson ‘s sites.

As dedicated fans of good writing and good TV and film, we owe it to the WGA to support them any way we can. If you live in LA or New York, swing by the picket lines and give them a honk of support. Bring them water or Pizza or just say thank you. Send a letter or e-mail to the studios or your local paper, or write it up on your blog.

Writers deserve to be paid for their work. That”s what the strike is all about.