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Oh, Les, you romantic tiger! When the snow starts falling and you have a couple of long, cold winters days ahead of you, your thoughts turn to all of the hours and hours you’ll be spending with your wife. Too bad for Cayla, it’s his dead ex-wife that her husband’s affections turn to.
What in the world is Cayla so happy about? I assume Les flees to his den and shuts her out while he’s working. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he makes her read dialog in Lisa’s voice to make sure he’s got the emotional context down.
Either way, Cayla, if I were in your shoes I’d rather spend the day in the freezing garage reading old Reader’s Digest magazines by car dome light than spend another hour with your block-head of a hubby.
Son of Stuck Funky 
All Hail the Lord! Ask and ye shall receive! Strive and ye shall be punished!
Did not the prophet Les Moore strive and fail to see the answer, but once he sat and waited for the answer to come the Lord gave him his inspiration? And the prophet Les knew that still his time had not come. He waited night upon night until time had nearly passed for his writing. Then the Lord granted him a blizzard so that the prophet Les would be able to finally write the holy words.
Seriously I want to throw him out into the damn snow. And that’s our Cayla, she just sits there and is happy for Les and Lisa-related projects. Hey, woman! Post-1950s, you can have an opinion and wants of your own! Grow a backbone, get a divorce and start dating someone who actually thinks about you.
What part of the scrpt is Les struggling so valianty with that a single extra day should solve the problem? The real tragedy is that a snow day means Les will have to do all of his sulking and self-pitying at home instead of at work.
The better part of the past year wasn’t enough time for the Delicate Genius to work his magic, so the affable doormat Cayla prays for a blizzard to inconvenience the entire town to give her dick-headed husband one more day to wallow in self-pity and chat with his imaginary friends. What a gal.
Perhaps “writing” wouldn’t be such a dreary miserable chore for the bearded dick if maybe he’d write about something other than his wife’s awful tragic death for once. Seriously, Les isn’t prolific nor does he even appear to enjoy writing in any way, so why does he even bother? Such a prototypical Westviewian: his primary interest is something he hates and that he sucks at. What a dick.
“What in the world is Cayla so happy about?”
She’s going to encourage Les to do more work so she can ask for more money in the divorce on the basis of her support of his “project.”
What in the world is Cayla so happy about?
She can use the day to further encourage Les to work.
Then she can ask for more money as part of the divorce because she gave him support and encouragement for his “project.”
“And that’s our Cayla, she just sits there and is happy for Les and Lisa-related projects.”
Don’t look so happy Cayla. Les needs tragedy and he’s looking at YOU!
Oh, the rope? He’s started a knot tying hobby………………
Nothing to see, keep on walking……………………………
So depression severe enough to spawn the return of la Chait Blue not seen since his wife was dying is relived by a snow day? Either Les needs to do something about his mood swings or he is an extremely shallow person.
Of course both reasons could be true at the same time. .
The “thank you” is for the respite from Les’ endless bitching, however brief it may be. Cayla has learned to grasp at whatever thin straws of hsppiness that come her way.
“Okay Cayla, grab a shovel and make a path for me to get to the writing room out in the garage. Chop chop.”
Grow a backbone, get a divorce and start dating someone who actually thinks about you.
The only downside of this would be the multi-week story arc where Les complains to a different person each day that he hates being divorced, he’d much rather be a widower.
Deus ex diebus nivis? Really? He has failed to produce a screenplay for 2 years for want of a single day? We’re supposed to believe this? Why couldn’t he have used—oh, I don’t know—last weekend? That came with two days. Or does Les have an inviolate policy of never being productive on weekends? But never mind that. He had all summer off to work on the damned script.
I hope the Hollywood contract has a “shoot you through the head” clause for writing during a blizzard.
And what happened to Le Chat Bleu? Why was the blue cat black and white instead of the really cool grey color that is called “blue” by animal fanciers?
This whole thing is a monumental struggle between Batominc and Les to determine who can be the absolute worst author ever. My money’s on Batominc, because he’s not skilled enough to portray Les that badly.
What happened to Le Chat Bleu? Did he spill some black ink on himself and get molested by an male skunk or something?
What I’d love to see is for Les to turn in the screenplay, only to have the TV network complain: “We gave you two years and a shitload more money than you deserved, and THIS is the best you could come up with?” Of course, in Batiuk’s version of reality, Les will be hailed for his achievement and told it was well worth the wait, etc. etc. Dick.
Batominc has already foreshadowed that Lisa’s Story will be the first TV movie ever to win an Academy Award, so I suspect it’ll also win the Pulitzer, a Nobel, a Grammy, an Emmy, an Obie, a Hugo, a Nebula, and the Cone Prize of Remulac. Because Mary Sue.
You know Batominc is going to drag this movie thing out for years and years, as he’s never letting his precious cancer book go, not as long as FW is still running. I’m fully expecting an audio book version, a kids version and a sequel.