The other day, as I readied my seven-year-old for a playdate at his friend Henry's house, he let me know that Henry had a video camera and that they were planning to make a movie about a lump of bread dough that descended from outer space and attacked people. I...

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ME: ... So the three dragons crept deeper into the terrifying castle. They shivered with fear. A knight could be lurking around any corner. It took all their courage to snort enough fire out of their nostrils to light the way further into the -

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Translation:  Fuck you.  Generally found at the end of emailed instructions, as in "Please let me know, in the future, anytime you'll be occupying the conference room during an hour when my team is scheduled to use it.  Thank you!"  An expression of...

LOS ANGELES - It's not surprising -- as has become clear in the giddy productivity and oceanic email volume of these post-strike days -- that many writers turn out to have written scripts on spec over the past few months. Who can blame a harried artist for seizing the rare...

O Writers! As your art has turned, bradless, to signs,
So our sealed windows have gone noisy with honks.
We cower, heartsick, above your writhing lines
As our assistants pitch us game shows and their writing services on Monk.

O Writers! To beep ourselves, e'en to...

The other day was Derek's birthday, which meant he was the boss. This is probably a parenting mistake, but that's our policy: whichever kid has the birthday has the sole right to choreograph the party down to the last quirky detail, from the flamboyant food, to the strict and...

For years it's been opined in newspaper arts sections across the nation and in overcrowded Coffee Beans across Los Angeles, but only now does it seem to be factually accurate: comedy is dying. The Upfronts (television networks' annual presentation of new shows to national advertisers) has come and gone with...