Hooray! The writers' strike is over! We sure stuck it to those fat-cat studio heads with their silly monocles, top hats and pocket watches. My friend just told me today. This feels great. Like, really great. It’s probably the greatest moment in anyone’s life. The end of the strike may come as no shock to you, ‘cause my friend told me it’s been over for a while now, like a week or something, but how was I to know? I’ve been boycotting those filthy scabs in the news who were scabbing it up writing scab news stories for greedy corporate newspapers and TV stations. Never let it be said that Humble B. crosses picket lines. Union strong!
Not that I’m in the WGA or anything, but I felt it was important for bloggers to stand with the far more talented writers in the WGA as a show of solidarity. Now the people who truly make all the great shows about sexual tension among grizzled police investigators, the shows about sexual tension among young doctors and the shows about sexual tension among wise-cracking, yet dedicated, lawyers, will finally get what they deserve: internet royalties.
Anyway, the point is that I can finally get back to blogging, my one true passion. Why? Because Humble loves you. It’s been really hard not having an outlet for all the cool, funny things I thought of while the strike was on, but I did it. And while I’m proud of my accomplishment, I really missed talking to you guys. So, to celebrate, I’m going to do a great, big ol’ free-form improv blog about the hot-button issues of the day, sure to delight, amuse and maybe, just maybe, get you thinking a little, too. Let’s get rocking!
Holy crap, there’s a black guy president*.
Jesus, I turn my back for a year and a half and this is what happens? Black guy becomes leader of the free world? That’s fucking huge. Why didn’t anyone tell me?
I’m sorry, but I’m going to need some time to process this. Maybe a long time.
I’ll see you around.
-Hizzle to the Bazizzle to the Won-der-fizzle
*More like “Pres-o-dent.” Ha ha! No, that’s racist. I didn’t mean it.