See the guy with the bullhorn? He was the leader of the whole thing, and we followed him around to the various gates. We were at the main gate for awhile, and then we all started following him down a little street.
We turn a corner and...the dude was just going to his car and everyone followed him! No one knew what to do at that point, so we stood there in this suburban neighborhood for awhile, halfheartedly continuing the "Demons Out" chant. Even not working, the horror writers managed to freak out an entire neighborhood.
One of the funny things about the picket line is you can kinda tell what people write on by how they look. Comedy writers are unshaven dorks. CW writers are gays and girls. And the horror writers did not disappoint, they are a creepy looking bunch. Some of them had shirts and signs that read "We Eat Scabs". Yikes. If I hadn't been so scared of these freaks, I would've sought out the guy who wrote "Final Destination 3 and punched him in the face. Or at least get 2 hours of picket credit for the time I spent watching that movie.
I've found that since this strike began all of my movie/tv ideas have been picket related. I feel like that Chris Rock joke, "Go get your ass kidnapped so you have some new shit to talk about!"
Unshaven...check. Dork...check!
For the record, I didn't write this sign. It was just lying in a stack of signs when I showed up and I grabbed it. Then for the next hour I was puzzled as to why people were smiling and honking at me so much. It's ironic, cause though I do love words, I really hate honking. That might not be ironic but fuck it, I'm on strike.
The question is, does this make me a plagiarist? I didn't write it yet I'm passing it off as mine? Great, now I'm gonna be labeled a sign stealer.
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