The Wreckoning Is Coming at You: Inside the Trainwreck Studio
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Simply Wrong Food: IHOP's Holiday Pancakes
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Alice Cooper, Ace Frehley @ Nokia Theater 10/28/09
Hiking off Mulholland in Studio City: Fryman Canyon Park
Found in L.A.: Medical Marijuana Ditched in the Curb
I got the most passionate finger today. From such an angry looking lady. This wasn’t some timid flip. We’re talkin’ full-on digit thrust. She put her whole wrist into it. She was scowling with such gusto, I thought she might bite through the bottom of her scrunched-up sourpuss lips.
You can almost spot the finger-givers from a block away. They look unhappy. They wear dark sunglasses at 7am, even though the sun isn’t quite out. They’re bundled up, like they’re always cold.
Conversely, I’m learning to spot certain breeds of honkers from a distance. Their windows are rolled down. I see them stopped at the intersection before ours, and in my gut, I know they’re gonna honk. They’re bopping their heads to the radio, sipping their coffees. They’re smiling. And when they honk or wave, they try to make eye contact with you. They want to make sure you know they’re on your side.
Today was supposed to be my first day on a new job. I was looking forward to my first steady paycheck since January. Instead, I’m hitting snooze at 4:45am, getting ready for another four hours of walking in a circle.
The 6 to 10am shift seemed daunting to me when I first signed up for it, but there are advantages. I pretty much have to set my alarm to wake up for the later shift, so this doesn’t seem so much harder. There’s no traffic. Parking is way easy. Time flies. Maybe it’s because I’m sleepwalking through the first part of the day. By the time I start to fully realize where I am, it’s already 7:30.
The support/animosity ratio is still a solid 100 to 1, but I’m still always slightly taken aback when people are openly confrontational. One guy this morning walked past us chanting, “One Two Three Four / We Don’t Have A Christmas No More”. (I think that's a double negative, isn't it?)
Before I leave, one of the other writers offers a note of optimism. He says that when we finally do resume negotiating, maybe the writers and producers aren’t as far off as we've been hearing. After all, “They’re offering us nothing, and we’re asking for next to nothing.”
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I'm just imagining your entry from "Writer's Strike: Day 2,413: We're running low on water again, so people are running over to the Der Weinerschnitzel to refill water bottles in shifts whenever we can distract Larry, the manager. Jebediah ain't lookin so good, and we're afeared for his leg. (Being writers, I'm sure your imaginations will have you talking like abandoned gold rush miners in no time).
I've been reading your posts and I love them. Keep Strong.I think what you are doing is very imporant. If your support starts to dwindle you should have a group meeting and watch Harland County U.S.A.
Keep strong, brother!! Greed can be toppled! I wish the WGA PR machine was a little ... better, though. Too much misinformation still abounds.
Regardless ... STRIKE, BABY STRIKE!! This is HISTORY!