I nearly went over to Burbank to join colleagues at the Gay Gate (NBC), but decided to stay local at Paramount. Irene, a fixture on the 5:30 a.m. shift, pointed out that the key to passing three hours is to have at least two in-depth conversations. As a group, we never reached consensus on our discussion of which was more miserable — filming in rain, or filming in snow — but there was unanimity that a certain blonde actress in her 40’s is an evil megalomaniac who should be avoided at all costs.
Jonathan Auxier, a screenwriter and novelist from Vancouver, ((Q: What is a tuque?
A: It’s the Canadian word for a knitted cap. It’s pretty much a shibboleth.)) came seeking advice about adaptations. [Samantha Goodman](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0954277/) told tales of the Nurses pilot she did last year. [Al Gough](http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0332184/) and I talked comic book properties. And like that, it was done.
There’s no picketing scheduled for tomorrow.
One of my strike captains ((I’m actually listed on three different teams, though I’ve mostly stayed at Paramount.)) forwarded a link to a YouTube video that I resisted clicking for many hours. Based on the still frame, it was clearly a white guy (WGA Boi) rapping about the WGA strike. That combination felt insurmountably terrible. Even with a shield of irony, I predicted myself being annoyed or embarrassed by its existence. But too my surprise, the video is neither annoying or embarrassing. It threads a needle of impossible danger.
I got a Housewife but she ain’t Desperate
‘Cuz she knows that Marc Cherry is handlin’ shit
See it [here](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0I_tWfKM8ik).