Update

I've been getting emails from people thinking my previous post was some sort of Strike-prompted suicide note. G00DBY3 CRU3L W0RLD, that kind of thing.

It wasn't. I've just been busy with other stuff.

Such as getting divorced. The decision to separate has been very amicable and in both of our best interests, and that's all I'm going to say about that.

Such as finding a new place to live (in a ridiculously short period of time). I love living in Orange County, but I hate living in Orange County and working in Los Angeles. Every time I take a meeting, it usually means at least two hours spent sitting in traffic. On especially bad days that can run five or even six hours. And that's not taking into account all the cool stuff I wind up missing (Edgar Wright at the New Beverly! Edgar Wright at the New Beverly!) because I don't want to deal with the soul-sucking traffic. So if my next screenplay is about a lame white kid living in mortal fear in the ghetto, now you know the reason.

Such as walking picket lines. A very weird experience. But I did get to meet Rainn Wilson, Paul Lieberstein, Tom Morello and Dennis Haysbert. And I got to make a fucking fool out of myself by making fun of Jay Leno in front of a writer who--OF COURSE HE DID--wrote for Leno for 19 goddamn years.

So I'm not dead/dying, and I'm not abandoning this blog either. I'm just going to be very, very scarce for the next few weeks.