day one
yesterday, or whenever, the writers guild of america officially went on strike. this doesn’t really affect me, since i don’t want to be a writer. regardless, i feel that it would be appropriate to propose that we here at bloop also go on strike as a show of support. well, first we should form a union, then go on strike.

day two
haven’t written anything all day (or over the last three years). joey didn’t want to join the union, so that’s out.

day three
watched leno last night. it was a repeat, but i hadn’t seen it before.

day four
the strike isn’t going as well as i’d hoped. our numbers are growing, though. i met this guy at a coffee shop, and, after reading some of his screenplay (about a guy very much like himself dealing with problems very similar to his own), we started talking strike.

day five
has anyone seen my strike buddy?

day six
another meeting where we failed to reach an agreement has come and gone. will this strike ever end? i sure hope so. if it doesn’t, that would be the end of, uhm…

i can’t help but feel hopeful, though, because i know that somewhere out there, in the midst of all this drama, there is someone (very much like myself) coming home late from another soul-crushing day at their soul-crushing day job (very similar to my own) to spend their shortened evening working on an embarrassingly autobiographical screenplay (well, you’ll read it).