The first flash of old-fashioned outrage-somebody is stealing our stuff!-faded before it had even fully arrived, replaced by an ever-more-familiar sense of dread and loathing. Wordless vocals and a sort of jazzy guitar and beat played underneath it all. I clicked it and was presented with…the blog post, rendered line by line as meme-style text, overlaid on a rotating sequence of five images: the original illustration, some sort of cruddy photo of a painting (or tattoo?) of a sculpted bust, and a sequence of three pages of a script from Episode 410 of Outlander. I typed in the headline- the scab has a script-and the very first result was my own piece, which was what I was looking for.īut right there with it was another result: a video, also called “The Scab Has a Script,” with a thumbnail featuring the same inflatable-rat-at-a-typewriter image that had been on the post. Last night, I tried to use Google to pull up a recent post I’d written for Hmm Daily, the one about the terrible letter Jon Robin Baitz wrote to explain how screenwriting had made him personally too rich and successful to support the screenwriters’ union in their current conflict with the Hollywood agencies.
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