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Where have all the writers gone?

Of course, they're on strike. I know that. You know that. But have you really thought about what's at stake here? Since I fancy myself something of a writer and since I'm using this blog here to hone my skills - I thought I'd add my own humble opinion about writers here.

Writers are my salvation. I turn to Shakespeare, Yeats, King James and even Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert when I'm looking for the answer. At least once a day, a Seinfeld-ism pops into my day - from "it's in the vault" to "SALSA" to "master of my domain" And at the end of a long week, nothing soothes my soul like a new movie or TV show.

It's easy to fill the gap that the writer's strike has facilitated. I have plenty of backlog in my TiVo, a never ending list of movies to see, and boxes of videos and dvds to rewatch. I'm sure you are much the same. But I can see the horizon where I will have watched all there is of interest to me and my life will be much less rich because of it.

There are plenty of places where you can send a message to the management - Viacom, NBC, etc. - Let them know that WE know who really owns the intellectual property. Don't let the writers go.

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Bridgete said…
Yeah. That list you sent me is my savior right about now. Over 200 movies coming my way. But yes, that too will run out eventually.
December 2, 2007 at 8:26 PM
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