In what can only be described as a selfless act of solidarity and brotherhood, the Barnacle has decided to cease all publication until the WGA writer’s strike ends, or until I can think of something funny, whatever comes first.
I mean, I don’t think you guys understand how hard it is to be a writer in today’s environment. We’re expected to churn out a 100-250 word story once a week, AND I have to slightly lower the volume on Dance Moms for about 5 minutes. I’m not even getting paid.
These conditions are absolutely abominable, and we’re sick and tired of it. That’s why this is gonna be the last post we make until next Wednesday when I get bored at work and have nothing else to do.
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