Year of the rat

Hola amigos, I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya. I'm still around, trying to finish up the (non-scab) writing assignment. Light faintly visible at the end of the tunnel.

As there may be for the WGA strike as well. A big meeting of guild membership in L.A. and New York on Saturday night, where it is expected that proposed terms of a settlement (building upon the DGA's (underwhelming) deal with the AMPTP) will be presented to the rank-and-file. Whether the terms are enough of an improvement upon the directors' agreement to be acceptable to the membership remains to be seen. The devil, as they say, is in the details. If so, it could be pencils up as soon as Monday. If not, then picketers may figure that staying out until SAG's own contract with the studios expires in August will be the only leverage that is going to get the truly fair deal that was the purpose of striking in the first place. But nobody knows until the proposal is revealed.

In the meantime, there is this appropriate song from Badly Drawn Boy on the Chinese New Year:



If only it were that easy . . .