I love the smell of Emmys in the morning

Sorry I haven't been posting too much lately, I've been tied up in discussions with the WB about a new sitcom proposal. A delightful romp through the heart of the heartland, it's the story of an All-American family -- only instead of Alan Thicke or Michael Gross, the head of the household is:


Def Leppard.

The band is totally psyched about the show - working title Pyroburbia - although I'm not sure how we'll be able to get around their Rock and Roll Double Header tour. The initial readings for the pilot - Rub Some Lanacane On Me - have been sensational. Anne Schedeen nailed the seductive hausfrau vibe of Mrs. Leppard, and that kid from Jerry Maguire is a real hoot as the feisty-li'l-rascal-yet-still-a-good-kid teenage son.

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