Wednesday, January 09, 2008
The writers' strike is ruining my life
You know, I'd really come to terms with this whole writers' strike thing. Sure, I was expecting a few pangs of withdrawal once the new episodes of my favorite shows ran out (The Office is already kaput; Gossip Girl and Grey's Anatomy trickle to a close this week), but I'd managed to console myself with the fact that I'd at least have a partial season of Lost to look forward to, in addition to another full season of America's Next Top Model. And I could always Netflix TV shows on DVD, which I almost prefer to watching actual TV anyway, since it's the closest I can come to having Tivo without having to fork over a substantial chunk of change each month. Plus, there would be time for other, more enriching pursuits, such as working out, reading books, connecting with friends and taking on more freelance projects. (Or, if I'm being honest, wasting tons of time on Facebook, which I got talked into joining and have become totally addicted to.)
So yeah, it's safe to say that I'd made my peace with the writers' strike. Until it caused the cancellation of the Golden Globes, i.e. the one thing that, for me, makes the month of January worth slugging through. I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to get through the next 22 days of this wretched month now that my one beacon of hope has been taken away. Especially since I don't have another Obama victory to lift my spirits today.
You know, I'd really come to terms with this whole writers' strike thing. Sure, I was expecting a few pangs of withdrawal once the new episodes of my favorite shows ran out (The Office is already kaput; Gossip Girl and Grey's Anatomy trickle to a close this week), but I'd managed to console myself with the fact that I'd at least have a partial season of Lost to look forward to, in addition to another full season of America's Next Top Model. And I could always Netflix TV shows on DVD, which I almost prefer to watching actual TV anyway, since it's the closest I can come to having Tivo without having to fork over a substantial chunk of change each month. Plus, there would be time for other, more enriching pursuits, such as working out, reading books, connecting with friends and taking on more freelance projects. (Or, if I'm being honest, wasting tons of time on Facebook, which I got talked into joining and have become totally addicted to.)
So yeah, it's safe to say that I'd made my peace with the writers' strike. Until it caused the cancellation of the Golden Globes, i.e. the one thing that, for me, makes the month of January worth slugging through. I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to get through the next 22 days of this wretched month now that my one beacon of hope has been taken away. Especially since I don't have another Obama victory to lift my spirits today.
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