a dose of reality! a dose of reality!
at the Emmys Sunday night--What they said:
"We are both so very, very happy... 
to be here!
What they were thinking:
"My wife left me and I got an Emmy... 
for screwing a guy?
"Why couldn't I be the new Batman? I... 
am prettier!
"I hope this ends... 
before my Xanax wears off!"
What is, or better, who is... 
that, Mark?
"That's Toby Jones, the world's second worse... 
Truman Capote."
"All these people have no idea that I could... 
kill each and every one of them and not leave a trace--"
Well first, they’d need to honor something other than crap.
Award shows are for the moronic. Their reward is whether or not we spend our money on their crap. I refuse to watch “pat ourselves on the back” shows and witness a room full of people who no more care about what goes on outside the gates of Beverly Hills than I do as to what happens in the Sandwich Islands.
Well it’s an awards show about TV. So given the quality of the product being recognized then why should we expect the awards show itself to be any good?
I liked the few secs in the last video (And at the Golden Globes:) on the link which shows Tommy Lee Jones... it’s about 3:29 ... I never found Will Ferrell funny or interesting. Another boring person from SNL.
I have a better suggestion: cancel all this self-congratulatory hype and replace it with a once-yearly compilation of kittens wearing party hats and bulldogs riding on skateboards. At least then someone would watch.
I watched a little bit of the beginning and was able to accurately guess the winners based on who was most repugnant. Except that one chick that I had no idea who she was and she said thanks and walked off without giving a speech. Shortly after that, older kid and I agreed that the channel must be changed to avoid the onset of hollyweird idiocy syndrome.
Ping to read later. No access to entertainment sites at work.