My former writers all went on strike, so I held open auditions for new writers at the studio of For Your Imagination.

The studio was like a whirling assembly line of “up and coming” web talent, and I probably could have parked there all day and made videos without annoying SAG negotiations or pesky release forms.

I do quite miss my old writers. But they got a ‘tude when I told them I’d only pay them for anything that was sold via BETA or VHS, and they’re all “wah, wah, wah… we want a piece of the Internet revenue.”

So short sighted. So short sighted. But they are, after all, writers not business people.