November 8, 2007

Strike!

I'm really worried about the strike.

And by really worried, I mean there are five tv shows that I watch regularly (six with Project Runway coming up): 30 Rock, The Office, South Park, Simpsons and Daily Show with Jon Stewart. And other than Project Runway, they're all coming to a stand-still. South Park isn't unionized, but they only have one episode left in the season (and I know I've said it before, and I'll probably stay it again, but last night's episode was the worst ever). Daily Show will be in reruns from now until the strike ends, and 30 Rock and the Office will only have a few episodes left that they already have filmed, and the Simpsons strike will screw up next year, if there will even be a next year.

The worry has even started to enter my dreams. (I'm sure the fever helped.)

Last night's dream involved Lisa walking around a deserted Springfield until she bumped into Moe, who was standing in the middle of the road, uncertain of what he should be doing. Lisa then takes him on a tour of the town, showing him all of the possible plot lines he could come up with on his own, like an episode where he discovers that he's really good at guitar but too ugly to be a rock star so he wears a bucket over his head, or an episode where Moe finds religion but eventually his neediness overcomes even Flanders, or he could start a PAC in order to fight rising gas prices, resulting in his being kidnapped by the government. The kids from South Park and poorly drawn characters representing the NBC shows all made cameos as writer-actors who can come up with their own storylines.

Plus they have to tease me with mini clips like this. Don't be so clever!



Don't be such dicks, studios!
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.