Well the drought is over. No, no… not the drought affecting the Southeast. I’m talking about a more important, metaphorical drought. It has now been one week since my inaugural post on TPS. I have been on a strike along with the rest of the Writers Guild of America for almost seven grueling days.

My demands were simple enough. I wanted DVD residuals for any material that is used on this site for film making. I don’t think that’s too much to ask as a single father with two kids to feed.

Unfortunately, the editor had me cornered. He discovered that I am not a member of the Writers Guild of America, and that I also have no children. Furthermore, he claims that no DVD’s will be made with content resembling that of my blogs.

We had reached a negotiation impasse, and it was time for me to do some soul searching. I decided that denying the world of my blog-craft would be a greater injustice than any silly DVD residual misallocation. After all, money was never the reason I wanted to blog in the first place… it was fame. Expect an incredible blog upside your head in the not so distant future.