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As we've been reminded by a number of commenters and e-mailers this morning, referring to the members of the WGA's swarming strike-prevention team as "redshirts" (incidentally, a name many of the flyer distributors have given themselves ) creates an immediate and unfortunate association with the disposable Star Trek day-players whose uniform color invariably marked them for death. The application of this doom-connoting term seems a little premature at this time, as the presence of the Teamsters who might be soon joining the nameless ensigns on the picket line will probably make studio personnel think twice about trying to vaporize any of the crimson-appareled speed-bumps who block their path to work with the grills of their SUVs, allowing the nameless union ensigns to survive past the strike's dangerous first act.