Jesse, I know someone on LJ who has been on the picket lines in NY. I can shoot her an e-mail if you want? There is also WGA East, which lists the schedule: [link]

tca?

tca?

The thing where they wine and dine all the TV critics and show them all the upcoming programs so that they geek out about them in their magazines/blogs/websites/radio shows.

I think.

There is also WGA East, which lists the schedule:

Yeah, that's what made me think they aren't picketing on Friday -- this week's schedule only goes through Thurs.

Fridays are now reserved for special events, like rallys or special pickets.

Eliza Dushku, Alexis Denisof, Nathan Fillion, Summer Glau and Amy Acker are going to the Mutant Enemy Day thing. And, I presume, some writers. According to Whedonesque.

Kristen, the TCA Tour is still officially on as I understand it, but PBS have said they will pull out if the strike is still on and the rest are said to be following.

In the latest TWOP recap of Gossip Girl, Jacob started off the recap with a pretty awesome rant about the strike (there's also one randomly inserted into a character's imagined thought bubble a little further on)

And as long as we've got the room to ourselves, let's talk about the strike for a second, because this show -- in addition to being, in all likelihood, the best television series ever created -- is also an object lesson in why the strike is necessary. This show gets abominable ratings, by the old system. As lately as last summer, this show wouldn't have lasted six episodes. It can't even hold onto its lead-in, ANTM (itself another object lesson in why strikes matter), by the old measure. And yet it was the first freshman show of the season that got a full pickup. Why? Because it's overwhelmingly downloaded, DVR'd and watched en masse or online. It's from the future and it comes to us in future ways. I myself watch it live, then again twenty-four hours later at TV Night, a tradition stretching back at least five years that usually includes somewhere between ten and twenty of my closest friends, week in and week out. The fact that this wonderful show gets to continue is proof of the suits' developing sensitivity to the online model. So you've got me, getting paid to talk to you, about a show we both love -- a show that shouldn't even exist, by all measure. All of us on the internet.

When we talk about the strike, we're talking about shows like this, or Battlestar Galactica, or The Office, shows that grow and flourish precisely because the networks and their systems of measure are slowly adjusting to the realities of technology. The amount of money generated from timeshifted and online viewing is ridonkulous, but because the internet is so "new" and "magical" -- and let's be fair, also because the RIAA fucked themselves so bad back when the internet changed everything about the music industry -- the AMTPT gets to have it both ways. They get all the money from all those diverse ways we have of watching this show, so they keep it on the air -- but at the same time, throw up their hands and say they're taking a bath on it, while giving no money to the writers that created these stories we love so much. This show lives on the internet and outside the Nielsen standard, but because the AMTPT chooses to dismiss the new models as witchcraft in their rhetoric, they get all our business without handing anything over to the people who made these wonderful characters live and breathe. Make no mistake: if they weren't making cash hand over fist on this show, we wouldn't be watching it right now, and you and I would have nothing to talk about. Come the fuck on.

The ads were back on nbc.com today.

Ken Levine continues to make me laugh:

You can tell the screenwriters from the TV writers on the picket line. TV writers all know each other, say hello, march in little groups. Screenwriters are used to being alone. You see them walking by themselves, scanning the line, desperately looking for someone they recognize… who hasn’t rewritten them.

who hasn’t rewritten them.

BWHAHAHA!

Do the script doctors march with stethescopes around their necks? With signs that say, "I help make crappy movies a little less crappy"?