Sorry for the delay in reporting. I’ve been recuperating from being, in QuoterGal’s perfect phrase, “blissed out.”
So. When last we left our hero, he was taking off for Los Angeles to attend Mutant Enemy Day when fans from the four corners of the globe would be gathering to show their support for the writers’ strike by marching along with writers and actors from Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon’s former TV production company. Oh, and some Joss fellow.
The flight was uneventful, aside from the med student in the seat next to me who spent the time studying descriptions and full color images of surgeries and some extremely unfortunate man with a rather spectacular genital-based disorder.
Arrived in a gray LA and cabbed to the motel, returning calls about the event to the Wall Street Journal reporter and the local CBS affiliate on the way. Already I was acclimating to the culture! I was networking! I felt like putting on sunglasses and being insincere at somebody, but the cabbie was far too busy attempting vehicular genocide to notice.
I ran into half of the Bedlam Bards on the way up to the room we were sharing. Cedric told me that he’d gotten sick on the Browncoat Cruise (which had just let out that morning) and was feeling better, but now his wife Joyce and the other Bard, Hawke, were dealing with their own illnesses. Still, it was great to finally meet them both. Also met Julesong (Browncoat Cookbook, Can’t Take the Sky radio) who was nice enough to let me monopolize her laptop.
They took off to have dinner with friend and Firefly composer Greg Edmonson and I got picked up by Adam Levermore-Rich (aka Lexigeek, of Black Market Beagles) and a van full of California Browncoats who took me out and filled me up with excellent California Pizza Kitchen pizza and cruise stories.
We moved on to a local Browncoat’s house — easily identifiable by the fact that their bookshelves and posters looked much like my own — and started planning the next day with Amedawg, who had been working on reserving our after-strike picnic area at the Cheviot Hills Recreation Center. Adam, Amedawg, Violet O’Hara and I piled into Amedawg’s car — you know you’re among friends when the phrase “We can all fit, I just need to move the Millenium Falcon out of the back seat” is said completely without irony — and headed over to case FOX studios around midnight. Things looked good: nice wide sidewalks, plenty of room for marching, bathrooms nearby, a massive “Alvin and the Chipmunks” poster overhead to help encourage disgust at the studios… Adam found a discarded WGA writers’ strike sign and carried it, held down, and drivers still honked at us. I told him to hold it up, let people think we were so dedicated we marched all night long.
Amedawg dropped me off at the motel after a fun and rather scattered impromptu tour of LA and I appropriated Julesong’s laptop again. By this point in my own personal time zone I had been up for 22 hours, but I needed to check the weather. See, our strike was planned for 10 a.m. the next morning (sorry, that same morning) and weather reports had been increasingly dire. Rainfall was predicted, and the term “torrential” was used a lot. Now I’m used to ratings-hungry Florida newscasters turning every light shower into a killer hurricane, but still I was worried. Cold rain and estimated 22 mph winds could seriously cut down on our turnout, which we guessed at 150-200 (120 people had told us they were coming, we figured on some folks just showing up). I assumed it was an AMPTP trick, something engineered by evil AMPTP prez Nick Counter in his evil hilltop laboratory, but there was nothing to do about it but grin and bear it so off to sleep. Up again moments later when Julesong, the Bards, and The One True b!X showed up, b!X having gone through utter 7-level airline hell to get there. More talking and arranging and I ended up sleeping with b!X. Slash writers, please take note.
After a hearty 3 and a half hours of sleep I woke up anyway, got ready, and checked the weather. Cool, overcast, but a marked lack of rain, which meant either it had passed us by or would dump on us later. Ah, well. A quick Continental breakfast (“continental” means “stuff we don’t have to cook”) and Adam and crew picked me up to go to the site at 9.
Which already had 40 or so people waiting at it. There was a crew from Australia in town for the cruise who hung around, and lots of familiar names (if not faces). Hardest part of the entire event? Remembering faces and two sets of names for every person. It helped that QuoterGal handed out nametags. I have to admit we were relieved. An hour to go and already we had a respectable turnout. We mulled around, munched donuts, and hoped more people would show up. Which they did. In carloads. And busloads. We had something like 120 people by 10 and Adam gave a rousing Strike Captain speech that ultimately boiled down to “Don’t harass the writers, we’re here for them today.” And then, we marched. (Video of the fans heading to the strike line.)
Cedric started playing strike songs immediately — Hawke, still sick, had to stay back at the motel — and we streamed over to FOX where the WGA had already set up a command center and our own Dreamlogic was already handing out food. The WGA Strike Captain, Erich Hoeber (writer, “Alice”), seemed a little stunned at the turnout. Everyone bunched up to sign in and grab a plastic-covered sign, and Cymerin handed out Fans4Writers stickers labeled “_________ FANS SUPPORT THE WRITERS” for people to personalize. And Joss was there, and he was… Joss. Funny. Eager. Didn’t look sick at all, which had been a concern what with his month-long creeping crud and the day’s chill breeze. He grabbed a sign and got right into it. And, after some mulling about, so did everyone else.
There was also a large box for canned goods — we were also holding a food drive for the LA Food bank, and that went well.\n
The sidewalk in front of FOX studios had plenty of room for people to walk a long loop around and around. We got some smaller groups of people crossing the street over and over at the crosswalk, and all in all we filled the place up. Little weird marching within sight of Nakatomi Plaza (I kept expecting Bruce Willis to come flying out of it) but I have to admit that as a fan of “Firefly” (and “Futurama” and “Greg The Bunny” and “Andy Richter Controls The Universe” and “Wonderfalls” and “The Tick” and “Undeclared” and “Titus” and “The Inside” and “Drive”) there was a definite visceral appeal to marching in front of FOX carrying a sign.
Various members of the press were there interviewing the important-looking people and occasionally our own Adam Levermore-Rich, who was the fan Strike Captain and our media guy and who had the snazzy hat. Joss was in and out of interviews most of the day but still kept breaking away to march in the line.
How to describe it? Imagine getting together with a few hundred of your closest friends to do something good for your personal idols. It was pretty much exactly like that. (Video of the first part of the strike.)
Some quick hits:
Cars honked at us. A lot. Almost continually. Sometimes cars would stop at the light and look around and recognize someone famous in the line, and the expressions were wonderful.
Then they’d honk again. Everytime someone honked, we’d woo. If a school bus or truck honked — and they did — we’d woo louder.
Juliet Landau (Drusilla, “Buffy”) was there early and stayed nearly the whole four hours, walking nonstop in heels. She spent a lot of the time walking and talking with either Keith Szarabajka (Holtz, “Angel”) or Nicholas Brendan (Xander, “Buffy”) but she kept moving; I’m not sure I ever saw her not moving, come to think of it.
Harry Groener (Mayor Wilkins, “Buffy”) showed up early but had to leave after the first hour. Michael Fairman (Niska, “Firefly”) had been told about ME Day while on the Browncoat Cruise and he showed up bright and early and wearing red.
Cedric and Julesong kept up the songs through most of the strike, including Julesong’s ME Day Theme (to the tune of the Firefly theme) and the “The Heroes of the Writers’ Strike” b!X, Cedric and I wrote to the tune of “The Hero of Canton.”
Cedric got to perform it for Ben Edlund, writer of “Jaynestown,” who approved (although Tim Minear asked about residuals for it).
The One True b!X got a chant going at one point, with half the line shouting “GRRR!” and the other half answering “ARGH!”
Jane Espenson looked wonderfully happy the whole time, clearly delighted that so many fans came out. She had her marchin’ hat on and she set a strong pace, walking with one of the writers from “Carpoolers.”
Morena Baccarin’s hair is now very short. It looks good on her, though. She didn’t stay long and is one of the few I didn’t get pictures of, but she was there bright and early.
RavenU from Fans4Writers had created a tote bag with “Mutant Enemy Day” and the Grr Argh monster on it, and she was getting ME people to sign it so we could give it away at the end of the day to someone who had bought pencils from the Pencils2MediaMoguls campaign and listed “ME Day” as their dedication, a way for people who couldn’t make it to get involved anyway. I helped out for awhile by essentially grabbing writers and celebs as they went by to stop and sign. Tom Lenk managed to ignore my “excuse me” several times as I walked backwards to pace him until David Fury finally made him stop and sign (I think he thought I was asking for an autograph — which I was, just not for me — and we found out that an overzealous fan had taken it upon his or herself to tell every celeb within range that they weren’t supposed to sign autographs or pose for pictures, which was not true, we just didn’t want anyone mobbed or the line disrupted).\n
Ron Glass showed up later on and marched, grinning ear to ear and chatting with everyone. Towards the end he kept saying he had to go, he had a tight schedule, and then he’d go ahead and do another lap, and then another…
Some of the writers that showed up: Joss, Jane, Jeffrey Bell, Tim Minear, Mere Smith, Steven S. DeKnight, Ben Edlund, Sarah Fain, David Fury, Drew Goddard, Brett Matthews, Marti Noxon, Doug Petrie, and Brian K. Vaughn. And that was just the writers related to Mutant Enemy shows. We also saw Jim Berstein (“American Dad”), Laurie Huxley (“The Black Donnellys”) and more, there for support and ’cause they’re fans, too. Also Loni Peristere from Zoic and Douglas Romayne, a composer from “Buffy.”\n
I know I’ve said this before, but Summer Glau looks every bit as ethereally beautiful in person. She spent a lot of time marching with Felicia Day, one of the “potentials” from the last season of “Buffy” and the star/writer/producer of the online show “The Guild.”
Eliza Dushku? Also a knockout. I noticed that Joss walked the loop in turns with her, Summer, and Amy Acker, especially right after each one showed up. Dunno if it was to put them at ease for this very public appearance or just to say hey.
I didn’t recognize Amy Acker until I saw my own photos afterwards. She looked like a fan!
We had only one accident I know of, a fender bender across the street. Too bad there weren’t any witnesses, or anything…
J. August Richards popped on the scene and started firing people up, yelling for more noise and pumping a sign up and down before settling down and saying hello to everyone. By the middle of the day some of the stars started clumping together in groups — partly because they were being interviewed over and over again and it made things easier — and he hung around Summer, Nathan, and Tim Minear for awhile.
Did I mention Nathan? He came storming in, swept down the middle between the two sides of the strike line, and made some noise himself. Not a lot, though. I was near him for half an hour or so during some of the podcast interviews and whenever attention was off him he looked sick. He snapped right up if anyone came nearby, though, and had fun talking to Nicholas Brendan and Raphael and Yan Feldman. He’s very tall.
United Hollywood was doing a live interview that fed into their podcast but they kept having technical difficulties. Found out later that the people doing it weren’t professional journalists, they were Rick Parks (writer, “Ever After”) and Sam Humphreys (writer, “CSI”), who had volunteered. They kept asking for Fans4Writers people to interview and never actually got around to interviewing us, although they did talk to RavenU about the tote bag and to zz9, a Whedonesquer who had come over from Essex. But I missed a lot of the strike waiting for the interview.
Matter of fact, I didn’t spend much time talking to writers or stars. I walked the line a lot, but mostly I was taking pictures and making sure everything was going smoothly, along with RavenU and Adam and QuoterGal and the other organizers. I’m oddly proud of the fact that almost none of my celeb pictures were posed (my two exceptions: Jane, who wanted a pic taken without the hat, and Joss, for an iconic “angry striker” shot). Not a lot of shots of me from other people, either, which is just common sense in my opinion.
I heard later that there was a drive-by wetting, as someone threw a couple of water balloons at the line out of their car window.
Alan Tudyk showed up in the last hour and caused another small stir as he and Nathan rebonded. I caught him coming in and told him about the tote bag, but RavenU had gone after another writer and was nowhere to be found so I told him I’d get back to him. When I saw where she’d gone I waited for him to come around again, grabbed him out of the line and took him over to where… RavenU had disappeared again. By this point I think Alan thought I was missing my buffer panel, but I did finally get the three of them (Alan, RavenU, and the tote) in the same area, saying “See? See? She exists! I’m not crazy! Ha ha!” He smiled and signed and backed away…
There were strike dogs!
Some of the stars that showed up in support: Amy Acker, Morena Baccarin, Nicholas Brendan, Felicia Day, Eliza Dushku, Michael Fairman, Raphael and Yan Feldman, Nathan Fillion, Ron Glass, Summer Glau, Harry Groener, Juliet Landau, Robert Lee (the Fruity Oaty guy), Tom Lenk, Keith Szarabajka, Camden Toy (a Gentleman from “Hush”, “Buffy”) and Alan Tudyk. Also William Mapother from “Lost.”
Sarah Michelle Prinze also sent over boxes of donuts with a note saying “Enjoy! XOXO Sarah Michelle.”
Camden Toy must be singled out. Not only did he show up early and stay the whole time, he also stayed for the entire picnic afterwards, talking to fans, and then he stopped and talked to us a bit as some of us waited for the bus back to the motel. For a man who plays creepy, evil-dripping bad guys, he was fantastic.
Every now and then I stopped over at the command tent and asked about numbers. Remember, we expected 120 to 150. As of 2 pm there were 370 names on the signup sheet, and the WGA strike captain was estimating 450 to 500 people all together since most of the later attendees never signed in. (At one point when I checked I saw Amy Acker’s name and phone number on a sheet, but I figured writing it down would just be stalkery so I let it go. Sigh.)
When things wound down at 2 pm Joss gave a speech and thanked everyone for showing up. “Thank you guys, from the bottom of our hearts. This does so much, not just for us but for people who hear about it, who see what happened here today, how much support we have in the community, it’s not just about the writers, it’s about the entire creative community and the country and the union. You guys understand that in a way that so few people do and you came out here and you did the time to prove it. Thank you all, every one of you, so much, and I’ll see you at the picnic.” (Watch his speech here)
Those who could stay went back across the street to the picnic area. I hung around and helped some of the other organizers pick up the sidewalk and load picket signs — some people hung in to theirs, I did the responsible thing and gave mine back and now I wish I hadn’t. The WGA strike captain was amazed again when he saw us picking up. I think we have a fan. I did see a single strike sign off to the side, past the studio, that I kind of mentally tagged for later but Jane Espenson picked it up on her way out. Curses!
Tim Minear was heading out by the time I got to the picnic, so I missed him talking, but I got to spend time meeting new old friends, munching on a huge pile of food and taking more pictures. Joss stayed for a couple hours, chatting with everyone and looking pleased. Adam told him we had asked the fans to avoid mobbing anyone; Joss told him that he had brought along four Sharpies for autographs and hadn’t pulled one out the entire time.\n
I did get a pic with Joss. At the picnic he was fair game.
Also met Washosaurus and several other people I knew only through screen names. And I found out later that 11th Hour was there and I didn’t see her, which may be my biggest disappointment.
Joss finally packed up to go, standing on a picnic table to thank us again and assure us, with tears in his eyes, that if he got a cold again he was blaming each and every one of us for it.
After cleaning up some of the picnic stuff — although I noted that Whedon fans tend to pick up after themselves — I left with Julesong, b!X, and Cymerin. We hooked up later with Dreamlogic and another Browncoat I can’t remember now, and went to La Cantina, the mexican restaurant owned by Claire Kramer and her husband that featured so prominently in the Browncoat Backup Bash. We hung out there, wandered around Hollywood Blvd. and visited the Scientology Christmas display (L. Ron Santa), I bought my obligatory tacky souvenier, and we went on to the Nuart Theater which, by lucky coincidence, had a midnight showing of “Serenity” that night, scheduled months previous after their booking of “Once More with Feeling” was cancelled.
The Nuart is a small, artsy kind of theater and I don’t think they usually get the down-the-sidewalk lines they got that night. We swarmed in and sat through an astounding range of previews — I want to live in LA to be near a theater that advertises “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” “Boogie Nights,” and “The Muppet Movie” — before settling down to watch the Big Damn Movie all over again. Nothing like seeing it on the big screen.
Headed back to the motel room about 4, crashed again. Little more room this time, as the Bards had to leave right after the strike. Woke up early again, giving me something like 8 hours of sleep in the last 50, and got ready to be picked up by Andy Gore from QMx who then proceeded to give me a tour of his living room, the contents of which would make any Browncoat (or BSG fan) drool in an embarrassing manner. The man has props. Lots of ’em. He also has original design sheets from “Firefly” from Tim Earls. And a screen-used Mal pistol. And a screen-used BSG wall decoration. And various prototypes of upcoming QMx projects that I can’t tell you about but that you’re going to love.
Andy took me to a little bakery/coffee shop in Brentwood where I had my one and only accidental celebrity sighting: Jon Lovitz, who was at the table we were waiting for. We finally got the one next to him and then politely ignored him while Andy and I talked Serenity stuff.
After a day of errands and poking about I flew back home where I arrived at 6:30 in the a.m. on Sunday, still wired. I drove home, gave my wife the highlights, closed my eyes for a sec, and woke up ten hours later. And that’s my vacation story.
You can see the rest of my photos here. And a lot more photos from other folks here. And here’s where they took pictures of me. And if you watch the Friday Fangirl Fantasm video of Joss long enough, you can see just about all the Fans4Writers folks walk by at some point (I go by around 2:56).
And now I’m off to sleep some more.
just wonderful! i love hearing everybody’s slightly different experience. altho you did forget to mention a certain hat…. your pics turned out beautifully. thank you for sharing so eloquently.
Wow, you should write for a living, or something, man! 🙂
Seriously, that’s a fantastic recap of the day. It was great finally getting to meet you in person!
Great reporting, Chris – it was comprehensive and detailed – all the things I’ve come to associate with you and your workstyle.
And “I felt like putting on sunglasses and being insincere at somebody” gave me the giggles and then the hiccups, which gave me the giggles again. It’s a vicious circle…
wow. that is so cool. Im glad you enjoyed yourself.
great pics BTW.
Great report Chris. Thanks so much for sharing!
jim
I looked forward to meeting you, Chris, especially because one of your articles in ’05 helped me convince some friends that my evangelical zeal about Firefly wasn’t just a form of insanity. (They read, they viewed, they liked!)
FYI, Danregal pointed out 11th in one of Julesong’s latest uploads to the ME pool. Now I remember seeing her pn the line!
We all shared in something special that day. Thanks for the recap that’ll be re-read for a long time to come!
I looked forward to meeting you, Chris, especially because one of your articles in ’05 helped me convince some friends that my evangelical zeal about Firefly wasn’t just a form of insanity. (They read, they viewed, they liked!)
FYI, Danregal pointed out 11th in one of Julesong’s latest uploads to the ME pool. Now I remember seeing her pn the line!
We all shared in something special that day. Thanks for the recap that’ll be re-read for a long time to come!
Great reporting. I was one who put picket signs into the truck at the end. I had no idea Tim Minear had come over to the picnic – I missed him entirely. You and I never talked but I’m glad I got a picture of you in it!
Awesome report! You are a great writer. Thanks for the report and all the pics, i too love to hear about the day through all the perscepectives 🙂
This is one great report, from the picket lines! I love the photos, make me wish I could have gone.
The Nuart regularly gets down-the-sidewalk lines. That’s what the midnight showings are all about.
Shiny! They linked to my “Fans Move Out” video on Youtube!
I just wish I’d been able to stay more than three hours before having to leave for work…
Awesome, thanks for sharing!