(DISCLAIMER: Mentally composed during a meeting of such excruciating boredom that I had to keep myself from nodding off and drooling all over the gentleman sitting next to me by internally ranting about perceived slights to actors that I do not even know and never will know, which is really quite sad really. We'd all totally be BFFs, I just know it.)
The Emmy committee. Not only was my favorite PI-playing girl Kristen Bell snubbed-- again-- but for the sixth straight year Lauren Graham was shut out. I know, right?! No Veronica Mars and no Lorelei Gilmore?! My mind? Blown! Honestly. How is this even possible? These ladies are phenomenal actors, and anyone who is anyone knows this. Granted, I do realize that historically actors from the netlets have had a difficult road to the Emmy ballot, but this year was supposed to be different, right? It was supposed to be the year of the netlets, right?! The year of the underdogs who are passed over every year because no one can believe there is actual quality broadcasting on UPN or the WB. But nooooooooo. We get actors such as Stockard Channing and Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Geena Davis and their shows were frickin' cancelled. That's right! Cancelled! The mind boggles.
Oh, and don't even get me started on the temerity, the insolence!, of leaving Hugh Laurie of House off the ballot. Are you fricking kidding me, Emmy committee people?! Do you even WATCH television? Hugh Laurie carries that show on his back! He's amazing! And where are Jim and Pam?! Huh?! And Earl? Where's EARL?! I mean, I know Jason Lee's a freaky Scientologist who named his firstborn child Pilot Inspektor Riesgraf Lee, but STILL! Funny?! And he skateboards, too! Not that it has anything to do with his acting skills, but seriously, dude's a professional sk8tr. I'm not even kidding. Rock on, Earl Hickey. Rock on.
No. We get Charlie Sheen and his dad. Brr! And Kevin James? From King of Queens? SERIOUSLY?! Que horror! Excuse me. I need to go throw up now.
Hey. On the bright side at least Emmy night is three plus hours of my life I won't be wasting lost in thrall to inane television broadcasting, I tell you what. No sir. I'll probably just read a book. Or write one! Yes! I'll write a book! And never believe in the Emmy process again! Ha! That'll learn 'em.
- WILLIAM commented:
JOy from Earl should win, With lines like hers...
"Now I got everybody smalls, but remember there's free refills, so small is really a large with a little extra walkin'."
"Boys, get Mama's plastic stripper shoes out of your Lego box"
"I hope you get nut cancer, you son of a bitch."
- » 7/14/2006 1:44 PM