Working in show business is like dating a girl that is clinically insane. Sometimes it can be absolutely mind blowing and amazing and sometimes it can be like having your eyes eaten out by fire ants. I shall now recount one such ocular bug buffet that would have given Leiningen himself, the cold shits.
The Beginning:
Andrew and I just been hired as co-executive producers on a so-so series about a genie (No, it wasn’t “I Dream of Jeannie” – I’m not that fucking old.). These types of 
fictional endeavors are problematic from the get-go. You have a mythical creature that can solve any problem by crossing his arms and nodding, so you spend 90% of your time trying to figure out the reason why he doesn’t. On this show, that was the least of our worries.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 