Oh man, folks…I’m actually somewhat happy! I know–several of you out there are clutching your chests in alarm and reaching for the cell phone to call for an ambulance, and even more of you are wondering if that tingle in your left arm means anything, but it’s true! I’m cheery happy, and it’s because SAG is getting taken down a peg.

Remember that writer’s strike that ground most new productions of pretty much anything to a halt for a while, while the WGA tried to get a piece of the as-yet-tiny digital pie? The one where they had to fight for weeks for every scrap and nickel? It was starting to look like SAG was going to walk all over the directors and producers and such, like normal–they were even starting to plan for strikes in some cases, and wouldn’t even show up for talks–and now, suddenly, they don’t have much left to stand on.

And now I’m giggling with a sweet feeling of pure glee.

See, AFTRA–the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists–just booked an admittedly tentative three-year deal that will almost certainly be ratified by the membership. And with AFTRA quite thoroughly booked, suddenly the self-righteous smug field at SAG just lost a whole lot of leverage. So it’s not surprising that SAG bosses are very, very interested in restarting talks.

Moo hoo ha ha.

Take it to ‘em, directors and producers and such. Normally I’m very pro-labor, but in this case I’ll make a very highly overpaid exception.

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