Writer’s Strike, What Writer’s Strike
My TV went union long ago, demanding a break during Prime time. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm for the picket line.
I just heard there was a writer’s strike. I’m not the world’s most informed person, but I had my suspicions. The jokes on “Dancing with the Stars” weren’t quite as good, as if the hosts were having to write their own. Maybe that’s why the judges were so harsh the other night – without a script, they didn’t know how to say anything nice. Out here in California, the news seemed to center on the “Malibu Part Deux” fire coverage. The live anchors obviously had no script, as they could only regurgitate the same five sentences over and over. Mostly some variation of “Fire. Very hot. Back to you.”
I’ve had to dramatically alter my viewing habits because of this strike. This weekend, I won’t be watching SNL. Which isn’t any different than any other weekend, but up until now, it was just because SNL sucked. Now, it’ll be because it’s a re-run. Wait – maybe I will watch it, because it’ll probably be funny now. I miss Chris Farley. I don’t miss Tina Fey. Does anyone? (Ed. Note – Tina who?)
As with any strike, it affects a lot more than the writers. Since I’m not watching all that great quality programming, I’m missing all the holiday ads. I totally missed the block long line to Best Buy on Black Friday because I had no idea they were having a sale. I didn’t even get the joy of having my personal space violated at Target, Walmart, K-mart, or any of the other huge discount stores. Just think of all the money I wasn’t able to save. The gas in my car is probably rotting the tank as I write this.
Let’s hope the strike gets resolved soon – even these stars who are out supporting the writers will be broke in a couple more weeks if they continue to have to buy Starbucks for everyone on the picket line. It’s all I can do to afford my own habit.