Yesterday, an exec punched the gas to get through the picket line and ran over a writer. That's the exec's car, and the writer's shoe. The writer got a broken leg. The exec'll probably get two years in the gulag.
Unfortunately, even though I live right by Paramount, the writers are only striking from 9-to-5. I'm out the door by 7:30am and back home around 10pm usually. I'm missing out on all the fun chaos.
This shit's already getting outta hand. I'm hearing from people all over town that the studios and networks are just shutting down shows and producing deals. They're using this as an excuse to clear some house, citing force majeure.
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