Can I just say I am so happy that darn Writers' Strike is over? They took away "Samantha, Who?" and "The Office," but I held strong to the writers' plight and shook my fist at those greedy studio heads. Then their picket line took away the Globes, and with it all the pretty dresses, and I began to waiver in my defense of the writers. As the Oscars neared I began getting nervous. What does the spring look like without the Oscars? I am happy, dear friends, that this year we won't have to know. On Sunday night I will be firmly planted in front of the TV during the red carpet so that I can have my first glimpse of the dresses, and then I will move on, happy, and get back to my world.