Dude, Where's My Network?

Let's catch up on things, shall we?

-In September, me and my Paramount homies successfully pitched a show idea to UPN. I should add that the entire time I was babbling in that Brentwood conference room, I was uncomfortably aware of a huge framed photo of Tyra Banks mounted on the wall behind me. But we did it. We were still in the running to be America's Next Top Show About Awesomely Promiscuous Veterinarians. (The other writers were ostensibly ordered to return to the house...pack their things...and go.)

-I handed in my final draft of the pilot about a month ago.

-This week, I was supposed to find out if the pilot got picked up or not. I'd bite my nails if they weren't made of plastic. I'm very proud of what we made. It should be on your TV.

-Now this. As of this morning, UPN has absorbed the WB. UPN as we know it is no more. The WB is no more. All WB and UPN shows will coexist in indivisible harmony on the same channel. Translation: Rory Gilmore and Veronica Mars could now plausibly hook up in a bi-curious crossover episode. Ratings, meet the roof.

I guess this means that if we get picked up, I'll be on "The CW," not UPN. Weirdness.