So we all survived the Hollywood writers strike.
Bully for us.
As a writer — and as someone with an optioned script in limbo at a major studio — I’m sympathetic to what the scribes were trying to achieve.
But as a former TV addict who can’t grasp why there’s so little worth watching on the tube, I find myself underwhelmed by the news of an agreement being reached.
Sure it will be good to have “The Daily Show” back up to speed. I’ve missed seeing “Saturday Night Live’s” take on the presidential race (always a highlight in past seasons). And the Oscars are a ritual I’d hate to miss.
But for the most part, I don’t expect to be watching any more TV when the new episodes start up again. While the strike issues had a lot to do with alternative media and channels of distribution, the absence of new scripted programming only underlined how marginal such shows have become.
(Besides, not to sound like an old fuddy-duddy, but the writers strike didn’t seem to have much of an impact over at Turner Classic Movies. Or at the much-traveled DVD section of my local library. So I barely noticed.)