A "What the F*ck!" moment in my life.

About two years ago, around this time of the year I was working a day shift and got a call from my assignment editor. "I need you to head over to "Times Square." When ever I get sent to TS all I can think of is the parking nightmare that awaits me. "What's going on?" I asked. "The Oscar statues are on display". he informs me. "The Oscar Statues?" I ask. "Yeah the ones they hand to all the winners, the actual statues." he tells me. "Awesome!" I shout. "Yeah I knew you would like that" he replies.

So I rush on over, park in a commercial zone and hoof it to the location. I walk in and across the room, near the window are the statutes. I was in awe. My awe was interrupted by a PR team. The same questions, where was I from, what was my name. I never understood why they try and get my information. I don't decide what airs or what future events we cover, why would you want to contact me? If you see me at your events the choice to cover it has already be made. After the inquisition is over I tell them I just want a few shots of the statues.

I walk over to the case and gazed in at a little army of golden boys. Oscars are much bigger in person. Which is kinda funny because movie stars are often smaller in person, a bit of a paradox. I pulled out all the stops and completely overshot the crap out of the little golden calves.

I left shortly before God made up his mind about whether or not to smite me. As I returned to my car I had one of those moments where you look at your life and wonder why it has deviated so far from your original plans.

Its not that things are so bad for me. I do ok. I live pretty well and most of the time I like my job, but it's no the dream. I had just walked out of a room holding 40 something dreams. Lifelong, hard fought, dreams were in that buildings and for 1/4th of the people in attendance that dream was going to come true.

Where was I? Taking pictures of other peoples dreams. That is a hard reality to face.

The Strike Hits Me Where it Hurts.

My station like all or rather almost all T.V. stations is owned by a large network. This network has programs that have gone off the air due to the strike. No programs, less revenue. Less revenue= cuts. Those cuts have cut me. My hours are down, my overtime is gone baby gone. The hurt is certainly on.

I have to tell you though, I'm not mad. Well I am not mad at the writers. I am just as behind the WGA as I was when this started. I know that stakes and I respect the decision to strike. If my financial situation has to suffer as a result, then I'll make due.

It gives me more time to write anyway.

My Strike Solution

One big word..... Google. If Google really wants to live up to its reputation as a radical outside of the box thinking tour de force they need to jump on the massive opportunity that is the writer's strike. Think about it, if Google took about 5-10 billion dollars(money they have, money they could lose and not even think about it) for that sum of money they could turn to the WGA and say, "Sure, we'll play ball." They could create all new shows, webisodes, and movies, content! Content is king and if Google bought the writers, all of them, they would send the entertainment industry into a frenzy . If Google even expressed interest in such an arrangement the strike would end tomorrow.

I know it's a radical idea, but if the whole this industry is eventually going to the internet any way why shouldn't Google lead the way. We(writers) would get in on the ground floor and reap the benefits. What if we established a 10 percent on the gross rule for writers, on every film? What would that do to the status and perception of the writer in the industry? Hey the first step into getting something is wanting it, badly.

So if anyone from Google is either one of my two readers please pass this up the ladder. Oh, and if this works out and Google does buy all of the writers I want a small finders fee. Let's say 1 percent of the grosses of all movies for the rest of time, or a billion dollars. I'm easy