'$#*! My Dad Says' is Cancelled...How Did 'Dad' React?

When the dust settled from the upfront presentation frenzy, CBS had continued on without its freshman sitcom "$#*! My Dad Says." When Justin Halpern, the creator of the show, reacted to the cancellation on his blog, his humility proved to have remained intact.

"It was a bummer," wrote Halpern, "until I remembered that I got a TV show based off a twitter feed and a book and was basically the luckiest a**hole who ever roamed this earth."

But if you're curious how Halpern's dad--yes, that dad, the "Dad" in "$#*! My Dad Says"--reacted to the news, you can get a full account from a transcript that Halpern kept of his conversation with his father.

Here's the full thing (edited for content), courtesy of Halpern's blog...you can hear both the gruffness that made CBS base a show off of this character, but also a soft side:

 I decided I should call my dad to give him the news.

“Hey.  What do you need. I’m busy,” he said.

“Do you have a second?” I said.

“Is this Justin?” he said.

“Yeah.  Who’d you think it was?“ 

“Didn’t know.  Just picked up the phone.”

“You didn’t know who it was and you answered the phone with ‘Hey.  What do you need?  I’m busy?,” I asked.

“Lets people know not to f*** around with my time,” he said.

“My show got cancelled,” I said.  

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line and I wasn’t sure if he heard me.  I was about to say it again, when he spoke.

“Well.  F***.  Sorry to hear that, son.”

“Eh, it’s okay.  It happens.  It was crazy I got a show on the air in the first place.”

“Well, I liked it.  It was kind of s***ty at first, but I thought it got a lot better.  You know what show I like? Cheers.  That was a good show,” he said.

“That was a good show,” I said, wondering if that was part of a larger point he was about to make.

“Also I liked The Simpsons.  At first I thought, it’s just a stupid cartoon for pants-s***ters, but I was wrong, great show.”  (Pants-s***ters is how my dad refers to toddlers.)  

“Well, I just wanted to let you know.  I know you’re busy so I’ll let you go,” I said.

“I‘m 75.  If you’re busy when you’re seventy five, you f***ed up the first seventy five years.  I want you to know that I’m proud of you.  You didn’t put a bullet through Bin Laden but I’m proud of you.  You’re a bust-ass kid.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“And let’s not forget the big picture here.  You don’t have to live with me anymore.  One less person crawling up your ass every morning.  That’s all anyone can f***ing ask for.”