Hoard That Candy

Okey dokey, it’s finished, the little monsters, (and turtles, and princesses and spidermen) are home, tucked into their wee trundle beds, dreaming of liquor and wacky tobacky.

Pack up the leftover candy and hoard it until next year. Doesn’t everybody do that?

Come to think of it, I didn’t see any of the traditional H’ween candy this year. You know, the chewy pull out your fillings toffee that was the holiday staple for years. Didn’t actually taste very good, but it did taste like Hallowe’en. Maybe it was just a Canadian thing, but I couldn’t find any reference to it on Google.

Anyway…

Much bigger issues on the horizon: the writers’ strike. ‘Twil impact my teevee viewing, I think.

I side with the writers of course; it’s tough enough stringing two or three words together to express a coherent thought, let alone a cogent one. Try writing those thoughts in the voices of a dozen disparate personalities. And while you’re at it, make it compelling and entertaining.

Amuse us!

It’s all about the future. Writers want a piece of potential future earnings derived from any new media, producers don’t wanna share. Unless they really really really have to.

But they will eventually.

They’re just trying to hold onto the candy until next year.

Even the Teamsters have weighed in, and they pull some heavy weight. While unable to officially endorse the strike, unofficially, leadership has said that they're not crossing any picket lines and if individual members don't want to cross any, that's entirely up to them.

Share the candy fruits of hard labour.