Finally, we have some writers' strike talk with a little balls to it. Variety says that writers are "play[ing] it tough," the Guild "growls" and has "bared its teeth" for the studios.

Of course, they go on to ruin all the fun by calling the writers' stance "feisty," ruining all that great imagery of Eternal Sunshine scribe Charlie Kaufman chomping on some studio exec's jugular that we'd cooked up in our minds and replacing it with a picture of a naughty shar-pei humping a leg.

Also, Backstage says that the WGA is busily trying to organize reality television writers (often cleverly credited as "producers" so that studios don't have to pay them Guild minimums) and bring them into the fold. What, you thought that Donald Trump made up that "You're fired" shit all by himself?