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WGA + WWP = AOK Thursday, Jan. 03, 2008 - 1:21 a.m. Cheers to David Letterman and World Wide Pants for negotiating with the WGA until an approved arrangement could be made for the writers to go back to work for that company's shows. Craig Ferguson was also back, and also pleasant and entertaining as usual. Thankfully, NBC's offering was painfully unfunny, because Gosh Gee Whiz Hello! Jay and Conan didn't fricking have any writers! I'm glad there was a contrast like that so we here at home can finally grasp the importance of the job of writer. --- Wednesday was John's last day of vacation, but he's already planning another one because he got ripped off this time around, in the form of a wife who managed to perfect the art of the overnight coughing jag and self-eviction from the bed. Sleeping in increments doesn't bother me too much, but it's been a little too trying for John. He's already looking forward to the next time I head to So Cal, and is planning a mini-break for himself so he can recharge. Yes, that's right, katzenjammers -- he needs a vacation from his vacation. --- Meanwhile, I wrote to my doc and asked whether I should wait out this cough, and he said to go right ahead, as long as it gets better and not worse. Then again, this doctor and I get along. He's the one who once guaranteed me that I wouldn't catch a cold during my plane ride to Anaheim as long as I held my breath for the full ninety minutes of the flight. --- Finally, nothing. I was looking for a meme or a joke or something, but I can't find any that impress me today. That's it. Have a good Thursday. ---
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