November 9, 2007's most frequent writer, Brodie H. Brockie, got into an argument with Amalgamated Humor co-president, Brodie H. Brockie, last week and has been on strike ever since. We asked him if, while he's out striking instead of writing anything for the site, if he would write a strike diary for us that we could put up on the site. He fell for it. Sucker.

Brodie's strike diary:

Thursday, Nov 8, 12 noon: wake up and get to striking (after a bowl of Froot Loops).

Thursday, Nov 8, 12:45: decide to make strike sign to carry. Can't find any sticks around the apartment to put it on. Eat a fudgsicycle just so I can use the stick.

Thursday, Nov 8, 1:30: arm getting tired from holding sign up, decide to give it a rest.

Saturday, Nov 10 - enjoy the free day to really buckle down and make sure I don't get any writing done.

Monday, Nov 12, 11 a.m. - midnight - Wii bowling. Take a short break at 3:00 to make my Mii look angrier - like he's on strike too!

Seriously. This was a real thing.
Tuesday, Nov 13, 2:45 p.m. - Think about coming up with a catchy "I'm on Strike" song. Get as far as "I'm on Strike/I can ride a bike/Remember the soda 'Like?'" before realizing that I'm WRITING this song, and I'm not supposed to be writing. Striking is hard!

Wednesday, Nov 14, 10:30 a.m. - Jay Leno stops by to deliver some donuts in sympathy donuts. After I thank him for digging deep and spending close to $2, he stands around awkwardly until I explain there aren't going to be any cameras and he leaves.

Wednesday, Nov 14, 12:25 p.m. - Jay Leno calls to ask if I have any donuts left. There's one bearclaw still, but I tell him they're all gone.

Thursday, Nov 15, 10:50 a.m. - wake up with a great idea for a new installment of Martin Balsam in Space.

Thursday, Nov 15, 11:05 a.m. - Repeatedly hit myself in head with hammer until I manage to forget the idea.

Thursday, Nov 15, 12:45 p.m. - wake up on kitchen floor with an empty zip-lock bag and the freezer open. Apparently I was attempting to make an ice-pack.

Thursday, Nov 15, 4:45 p.m. - Call up my buddy Toby the Stagehand and invite him to come by for a strikeover. Toby asks what you do on a strikeover. The answer: nothing! We laugh uproariously at this.

Thursday, Nov 15, 6:00 p.m. - 11:30 p.m. - Toby and I star awkwardly at each other. Still have a headache.