More from Joss. I have news... that I might have news!

More from Joss. I have news... that I might have news!

PURPLE PROSE: because you (meaning "I") demanded it!

Friends, Echo, Bunnymen, lend me your ears. Well, eyeballs. It's been a few days and I wanted to tell you what's the what in me-land. Yes, I'm still sick (@#$&#!). Yes, I'm still striking… ly handsome! Zing! Still got it! I haven't been on the front lines as much as I'd like but I do have some reports.

PICKETING WITH THE STARS! Unbelievable! An amazing experience. Wasn't there.

PICKETING WITH THE WRITERS at Fox. Still a good experience, though starless. The oddest part of the strike to date: A man came up to us, expressing sympathy and wishing us success and handing out his card… for his jewelry store. I guess he thinks we're gonna win big. Or maybe he was handing out his card to the wrong side. SO random.

(After picketing I went to an acupuncturist for the first time ever in order to help beat this terminator-like cold. A warning to the uninitiated: this is not like visiting a typical Western physician. Do you have any idea what goes on at an acupuncturist's office? For the love of God, they PUNCTURE you with needles! They really ought to make that clearer in the name.)

But the big event of the day: got together with a bunch of showrunners whose fans have significant online presence. I won't say which shows, as the meeting was tippety-top secret, but I will tell you – JUST BETWEEN US – that one of them rhymed with "Cattlecar Flalactica". And one rhymed with "Gyureka." And one sounds just a little bit like "Fritz Galway's Bunny is Really Wealthier". MORE I CANNOT SAY. And Jane and Marti were there. And a lot of others. There was no food.

The point of the meeting was that the WGA is aware of – and a little blown away by – the passion, tenacity, and organizational savvy of the online community. The "Jericho" nuts are the stuff of legend. Whedonesque and the creation of Fans4Writers were spoken of in awed whispers. I'm not kidding: one of the WGA workers asked me, "So, your fans. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?" I swear, having you guys in my corner is like being friends with Zorro. People in the community are amazed.

We met to see if there was some way for US to organize the way YOU have – to use the nettyweb to show the studios that there are no longer two sides to this struggle; there are three. The audience has a voice, and a right to be heard. We talked about different ideas that have been floated by fans to make some kind of nut-like show of unity and support. How can we do something so noticeable it might even get into the mainstream press? I'll let you know when it's worked out – should be within a day or so. Should be fun, too. Hell, it was fun just being in a room full of smart writers again, pitching ideas. (Also fun was typing "Hell". Makes me sound butch.)

I also asked about a Mutant Enemy strike day, and the WGA peeps said they had no problem with that. We still don't have a date (I still don't have a lung) but I'll be organizing that soon. Here's the deal for whomever can come: Bring a sign, walk the line. (If you can't make one there'll probably be extras, but I think it's more fun to make your own. Nothing rude, please.) I'll get as many M.E. writers (and hopefully a few actors) as I can to walk outside one studio for a four hour shift alongside… well, any fan that carries the banner. More on that as it develops. Back to you, Bob.

Jaime Paglia of "Eureka" – I mean Flaime Flaglia of… florget it – talked about getting this movement into the non-California-or-New-York states, and I thought that was wisely wise. There are shows shooting in Boston, Rhode Island, Philadelphia – and there are fan-bases in EVERY state. We talked about getting some rallies going at local affiliates all over the country. I, of course, got to boast about the Browncoats and the "Serenity" screenings… The idea of people massing in different cities, whatever their fan-affiliation, is exciting, newsworthy, and let's face it, fun. (Personally, I'd like to do a whistle-stop tour of the country, but right now that may be a bit ambitious for a man who can't stand up for more than two hours.) (Still, standing at the back of a train, waving – and the WGA offered to provide bunting. Who doesn't love bunting?)

The point is twofold. The first is that we expect this to take a long time. We want to make an impression NOW, but we also want to keep thinking of ways to spread awareness and keep you all engaged and, frankly, entertained. Because the second point is that there was no one in that room who didn't understand that they were there BECAUSE OF YOU, because you guys have already proven yourselves not just dedicated fans but an active, forceful community. Take a moment to be all up in yourself. Now get over yourself. Now doubt yourself. Now hug yourself. Now touch your knee – Hah! Didn't say "Simon says". Like, ever. FOOLS! It's you unauthorized-knee-touching fools who are proving that the internet is indeed the line in the sand ("…must be drawn Heah! This fah! No fuhther!"), for it's the one medium the congloms don't control. Televised news is largely ignoring us, the print media is eating Nick Counter's astonishing lies like candy they get paid to eat, but you upon the ether… you haven't been silent and you can't be silenced. Go ahead. Touch that knee. Simon be damned.

It's nice to blog sans rage for a change. Better for the immune system, too. Thanks, all, and keep watching the skies.

-j.