When the writers walked

Things I did during my fourth WGA strike (while wishing I still had the legs I did during the first three):

Did a bit of reading (chiefly other than the Variety variety).

Did a lot of writing (working for my original, my favorite, boss -- me).

Learned to love actors (who knew they were so good at delivering picket lines?).

Rediscovered my family (remembered that there’s life after show business).

Watched all the academy screeners (relearning the better the movie, the harder it is to convince anyone that it should ever be made).

Grew a beard (shaved it off when I discovered the old man hiding in my mirror).

Installed TiVo (never leave the house anymore).

Lost a few more peers (struck down during the strike, will they never be allowed to work in this town again?).

Found God (and misplaced him again).