The St. Petersburg Times's Eric Deggans on shows that seemed to have gone on strike before yesterday.

 If this "Rosie gets a talk show on MSNBC" item has any truth to it, I'm going to go on strike.

NYMag.com's excellent Vulture blog (hi, Dan!) has a comprehensive roundup of which celebrities are doing what to support striking writers. And Zap2It.com ganked the L.A. Times's grid (which you'd otherwise have to register to see -- thanks, Zap!) guessing at which shows will be affected if the action is not resolved quickly.

I keep reading reports about picketers at 30 Rock, but they must not have been on the Plaza because no one in our bullpen saw them. Maybe they were on Sixth Avenue? I guess that would probably result in greater visibility. Tomorrow I'll take my camera down and go find out where everyone is.

Oh -- and Hillary Clinton supports the writers. Thank God she weighed in; I was so curious what she thought!

There will still be one show. And what show will that be? Oh, we think you know.

Speaking as someone who occasionally finds herself awake at ridiculous hours of the night and very much enjoys having something she can turn on, pay no attention to, and hopefully fall asleep by, I find myself concerned that Nick at Nite is allowing its selection of overnight sitcoms to deteriorate. I understood when they added Full House, because at least it's sort of a camp classic, even if it's not up there with classic Nick selections like Cheers and Roseanne.

But, dude...George Lopez? Really? You want me to watch George Lopez when I'm lying awake at two in the morning? I realize that the slavish devotion to The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air, which NatN ran so many times that I think I saw every single one three times (Ben Vereen, you bastard!) was perhaps a sign of trouble, but there are plenty of Cosby episodes. We still love Furniture City! Somehow, I feel like George Lopez represents some sort of crossing of the Rubicon, where after this, it's going to be Yes, Dear and Still Standing. On Nick At Nite. Where I'd sooner see The Facts Of Life or Who's The Boss? return to regular rotation, rather than begin the long, painful plunge into the ABC vault.

You know, if I ran a TV network, and I had spent several days touting the return of the best reality show on TV, I might take some pains to make sure its scheduled début wasn't thirty minutes late due to some stupid sporting event no one even cared about. But then, if I ran a TV network, I might take more seriously the concerns of the content providers I employed and try harder to see that they didn't go on strike, so what do I know?

And the thing is, it was only half an hour's difference -- CBS could have still started their primetime lineup as scheduled if they'd just "joined 60 Minutes in progress." I know that I, at least, was not that interested in some rich jagoff's yacht. And yet, I know it will never happen that CBS would privilege 60 Minutes over The Amazing Race, regardless of the aged TV-news audience. There's something kind of reassuring about that, no? Even with the inevitable commentary by Andy Rooney, who I am always scared to make fun of because I assume that as soon as whatever thing I write actually gets published, he's going to die and make me look like an asshole.

Dear Kevin McKidd,

 

I loved you in Bedrooms & Hallways; I love you now.  I continue to love you even though Journeyman is kind of dumb and your character should just tell his damn brother what's going on already, and if someone could clarify whether it's Journeyman or Journey Man, I'd appreciate it.  But I still love you.

 

That's why I'm asking you to please use less product in your hair.  It looks greasy.  Or try some of that spray wax stuff -- moderate hold, won't weigh down your style.

 

Please recommend it to Reed Diamond also because his hair looked like a wig in the last episode.  A wig made by Dog Boy.  No good.

 

Love Sars