May 2022. This is a post from the beginning of the pandemic. It’s been sitting in my draft folder for more than two years now. I am publishing it without revising, so please excuse its first-draft form.
I’m down to just two more things to do for the full time gig. I’m looking forward to leaving that behind.
When the writer’s strike happened back in aught seven, it wasn’t good for some things. The show Pushing Daisies, for instance. Never really got traction, despite being a fabulous show. But the things the writers wrote on the side when they were out of work? So much fun! And we had good enough internet that we could see some of them. Without the Writer’s strike, we wouldn’t have gotten Dr. Horrible. Because why not make a short musical when you’ve got nothing else to do.
The corona virus version of this is the late night shows filming from home. They can put together the graphics, and the writers can write, but there’s no studio audience, no studio, and hosts having to do their own makeup.
And still, it manages to be funny.
And laughing is good right now.