Melbourne Cup Day is not a holiday in Erinsborough. Another day, another forty scenes - it’s an amazing process. Today was a plotting out another first and second (ie. Monday and Tuesday episodes). I haven’t been assigned an episode write-up yet, which is fine – my attempt last week was so lame I can’t bring myself to hand it over. Crazy, I know, but the more I look at it the less I know how to improve it. What kind of cruel phenomenon is that?
Aside from Pakistan devolving into anti-chaos, the planet’s big news for me at the moment is the Writers Guild of America strike. I don’t get to see TV news very often so I don’t know how (or even if) it’s being reported. Is it being reported? In general, it’s a great and noble struggle against the shallowest greediest heart of darkness in corporate America. I’m hugely proud of everything these writers are doing. If you have a few moments, maybe check out the blogs of people like Alex Epstein, Brian K Vaughn, John Rogers and the usual suspects (Ken, Jane, Tim, anyone). I hear the best overview is at United Hollywood, but I haven’t seen for myself yet.
At this point it’d probably be appropriate to add a plug for our own Australian Writers Guild, a similarly fine and worthy organisation ... However, I’m not too thrilled with their decision to put an evil misogynistic scumbag on the cover of their latest mag, so fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em and the horses they rode in on.
Happy Cup Day!
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