Without a TV show to write for, I wanted to share some of my comments on the world with someone, and I thought to myself, “who better than the tens of people that I might get to read my blog?”
What others might consider to be a giant step down in ratings, I consider a great leap forward in customized web content. No longer to I have to write for the “flyover states,” or be worried that the people in the Tonight Show audience won’t get big words like “cattledriver” and “Pacific Ocean.”
Maybe Work doesn’t Make You Free, but Working For Free does.
So, in this first installment of my blog, I will recount my own thoughts, expressed many times to my co-strikers on the line, as to what will happen at the precise moment the strike ends:
EXT. NBC STUDIOS (BURBANK) – BRISK FALL DAY
WEARY, BEARDED WRITERS mill back and forth, their clothes ragged, their once-hip sneakers falling to pieces.
One writer MUMBLES theories on labor laws, negotiation practices, but his diet of Top Ramen noodles doesn’t give him the strength to be heard.
Suddenly, A FRESH-FACED PA runs out to the line, his face shining with joy, and cries…
FRESH-FACED PA
The strike is over!
The writers FREEZE! Wild eyed, they stare at each other for a moment. Then they DROP THEIR PICKET SIGNS to the ground — THUNK! — and in unison shout…
WRITERS
Forget everything I said!
They SPRINT into the building, KNOCKING the Fresh-Faced PA over and CRASHING through the fence, never stopping on their way back to work.
Through WRITER-SHAPED HOLES IN THE FENCE we see them round the corner into the Midway…
