A nicely written ending

Now that the writers strike has hit –30– (a journalism joke that three people, two of whom accidentally found this blog while searching for old Mike Royko columns, just chuckled at), I think we can reflect on what it all means.

For me, it means having to remember to tell my friend Tivo to record “Battlestar Galactica,” “The Office” and “Flight of the Conchords” again.

Flying through a TV screen near me soon. Probably the one in my living room.

For the writers, it means coming up with ways to make the Internet funny—or at least interesting—will now be marginally profitable.

And of course for the producers, it means having to pay writers appropriately for their creativity.

That’s enough of a win-win-win for me.