I suppose that's the extent of my participation in the writer's strike. But then again, am I crossing a picket line by writing something for entertainment purposes? What if because of this strike I'm recruited to write some hilarious original material and paid millions of dollars? Will I be shunned by highly respected members of the WGA?
Well, if my some amazing course of events, I get the million dollar deal, I'm set for life, so screw the shun. I'd be more concerned about my Dad finding out I crossed a picket like. Oh, he'll do the "You're an adult. I can't tell you what to do." thing. But it's in his eyes. His Democrat, union boss, Catholic eyes.
But I digress. I haven't developed a full opinion about this strike. I bet by the time I form one, the issue will be resolved. All I care about is how this whole ordeal affects me. I have two directions in this matter. My original programming has been taken from me. I now have to suffer more reality TV. Booooo!
Then again, now the opportunity to catch up on excellent shows I didn't watch during their original airings. Or even better, now I get get off my duff and lose that extra twenty or so pounds. Mmmmmm, Duff. I guess I'll just pop in some reruns of The Simpsons until this matter gets resolved. I'll start with that episode with Last Exit to Springfield. It's only appropriate.
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