week four.

First: does anybody know why Moveable Type now hates me? It seems to be unable to understand that “inbox, part four” and “inbox, part five,” are not the same entry. Same with “Marathon, part one” and “marathon, part two.” Trying to rename the old entries doesn’t seem to help, as it doesn’t change them in the archives. The entries are there, but the database can’t seem to understand how to link to them in the archives. Also, because the archives can’t seem to understand the titles, trying to go “previous” and “next” will sometimes jump you a year or so in time. I can’t believe how much I miss hand-coding when faced with the confusion that is Moveable Type. See those ugly links on the side? That’s because our old Amazon plug-in no longer works with this version of Moveable Type, which we have to use in order to be able to update this website with the database my web hosting company uses.

Please, please. Someone help AB and me. We are tired of not knowing things.


I’ve never been more popular with my friends than right now, because Jane Espenson linked to me. Their reaction is as if they found a tabloid photo of Matt Damon and me making out in a stairwell. Thanks, Jane! You are a rockstar. (And I love the term “clamshells.” Latest strike-clam sent in, by M Giant: “I could write for you, but then I’d have to kill you.”)


Sweet, Melissa! We miss you, too!

day ten.

Some mornings, when I’m holding my sign and walking in a circle, I realize this is the second time I’ve lost my job because of the Internet. And if you count the giant day of the dot com bust where my 401K was smashed to pennies, I find that while I only have so much control over my career and my destiny, the Internet seems to be what really drives almost all the major decisions in my life. It’s very strange.

Oh, that’s not a flattering picture of my face. But I wanted to talk about Andy.

This is Andy Gordon. He’s very funny. He’s one of the sweetest, funniest guys I’ve ever been lucky enough to work with. He’s a prankster and he’s kind. Everybody loves Andy. But because he has such respect for writers, he’s also not interested in coddling. Therefore, Andy Gordon is the person who taught me what a “clam” is. He taught me by pointing out that I’d written one in my first script that was to be produced for television. He pointed it out by shouting it to everyone in the room.

You see, a clam is not a good thing. Continue reading