To be elaborated upon later...

Yesterday there was a union meeting next to our rehearsal. I went to the vending machines and the door to their room flew open. In it, there were 75 women standing up and yelling 'STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!'

I. KID. YOU. NOT.

Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Stormbirds of the working class?

Here is a rather strange article from the NY Times about the WGA strike...and sort of the Local One strike. I have lots more to write about these strikes, but it'll have to wait. Tech starts tomorrow (load-in was today, pretty calm except for a fraught moment when I slithered through a window [serpentine me--like a snake that's eaten a rabbit] into the booth instead of getting someone to unlock it. This caused our lighting designer to get yelled at. Eek.) ...so I'll be busy. But I'll catch up soon. I can't, after all, keep my ravenous public at bay too much longer.