Normally I would follow up my Emmy preview with a post listing the results and how I fared at guessing the winners. Thankfully I made that easy on myself by guessing almost none of the winners. It’s a great strategy, really. Lessens my workload tremendously.
I’d like to think that that’s what I had in mind when I guessed that Sally Field would repeat as best lead actress. STUPID. You never, ever, (emphasizing this by hitting head with mouse) ever bet against Glenn Close. I’m not going to say that she would sleep with the entire Academy to win, I’m just saying that she’s probably already slept with most of the Academy.
The good news? The show was a turd. So we don’t have to spend any more time talking about it than absolutely necessary. (P.S. That doubles as an acting note to the hosts. ZING!) But I will say this: TV is awesome, despite Howie Mandel. And although I spent an inordinate amount of time writing that last post (and you wasted an inordinate amount of time reading the first third of it), I still believe that there is no better unifying force in the world than television. And love. Television or love.
Fortunately something that did go well was my vacation in
Where it was. Apparently,
And that’s just the first thing I learned about
Also, don’t stop voting for Puppy. There seems to be a grass roots movement for Shadow. Which is great, because I’m sure that Shadow is a really nice dog. But fuck Shadow. Vote Puppy.