So it’s month number three for the writer’s strike in Hollywood though it seems it’s coming to an end this weekend.

It’s a mixed blessing. On one hand I’m excited to see the return of my beloved Pushing Daisies while Supernanny and Wife Swap crawl back to their reality cesspool. On the other, it’s the end of the late-night talk show creativity extravaganza, which kept YouTubers up at night to see the Stewart-Cobert-O’Brien brew ha ha.

It’s been a while since I’ve been looking forward to late night television. I loves me some string-dancing Conan, but after a while it gets boring after a steady rotation of actual items, new state quarters and the ghost of the 1930s radio host. The strike forced the hosts to get creative and not depend on their writers for once. Formulas went out the door, resulting in Conan getting more interactive with the audience, who then supply the laughs:

I also like the random guests like magacians, university professors and D-List television hosts. They usually have better stories and banter than the boring A-List crowd who say the same damn thing on every show because their agent decided that meeting Christopher Walken at a charity fundraiser is the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to them in the last month.

Hopefully once the strike is over, the shows will continue to experiment with their formats rather than returning to the old jokes. The lack of writers is actually making the shows better. If Norma Rae was a writer, she’d be screwed. Who would have thunk?

And for the record, I’m all about getting paid and supporting the writers. This is just an interesting and wonderful outcome.