Yes, ladies and gentlemen; it’s the Writer’s Guild of America‘s own Norma Rae of the playgroup. Strike Baby is back with a vengence!

Having recently energized weary strikers on the Paramount beat and at Friday’s the Fox rally with her adorably galvanizing presence and unmatched slogan-authorizing abilities, the Incredible Picketing Baby was spotted just a little while ago at the still-in-progress, celebrity-studded event at Universal, where her presence is undoubtedly overshadowing that of the higher-billed TV stars … Should the WGA spokesbaby’s popularity continue to explode, she may soon require the services of a publicist to handle a flood of demands for her presence at picket lines desperately in need of a morale boost.

And, as we can see from the SoCal entertainment industry’s unabashed pro-childsploitation position, StrikeBaby’s fifteen minutes of fame comes not a moment too soon.

Even though it hasn’t even officially started yet?

Then listen to the vocal harmonics of the Helsinki Complaints Choir. It’s a bit long and subtitled, but it’s catchy. I found myself humming it in the car on the way to pick up my son from school. I could only wish to complain so beautifully.

In my travels far and wide across the vast internets, sometimes I come upon a picture that just begs to be exposed to the widest audience possible. 

This one, for example:

You are looking at an actual product, invented by a couple of bright young boys in secondary school.  This is the prototype which they are looking to patent and sell to “any company willing to produce it.” 

Ah, the eternal optimism of youth.  Why can’t we bottle it up and sell that?  I would buy some.  And you would just have to wait your turn, because I would totally be the first one in line.  Even if I had to cheat and pull the old “look over there!” trick, because the jaded Glinda could use a litle optimism.  Don’t tell me you wouldn’t fall for it.  You know you would. 

Any guesses as to it’s actual purpose?