Wednesday, September 24, 2008

If you ask me, they're all losers

I know it's waaaay past the big event, but I made a promise and damn if I'm not going to keep it. I can't let my loyal readers down! So Claiborne, Monika...this one's for you!

Due to my usual Sunday night chaos, I wasn't able to sit down and watch the live broadcast until it was more than half over, and for that I will be eternally grateful. I did sit back down in my cozy chair a couple nights later and try to watch the entire thing again to provide my insight and sjlfdua oia ioauioujioujioureizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Whoa. Sorry about that. Nodded off for a bit. The sad fact is, these people bore me. Life was so much better before all the stars had stylists and they just showed up as their own crazy selves. You know, when Joan Rivers was bitingly funny and before she had her face pulled so tight you could bounce a quarter on it and got her vapid daughter involved. Ahhh, the good ol days. But now the celebs are all carbon copies of each other, and even the ones who get it wrong aren't doing it to express their quirky sense of style, they're just tacky. Sigh. Snore. Maybe part of my problem is that my reaction to at least half of the people strutting and posing across my screen is, "who the hell is that?" and "who the hell actually STANDS like that?" (see Zellweger, Renee)

I have however, finally sorted through all the pics I could handle, and I'll start posting some thoughts. Like this one:


Hey lookie there! Christina Hendricks brought her Golden Globes to the Emmy's! Looking good Joanie, looking good. Though I don't recall her head looking so tiny on the show...

Next up: bring on the crazy....

Friday, September 19, 2008

I know. I know.

We've been baaaaaad bloggers. Our intentions were good, our hearts in the right place, but as Sister Hazel puts it, "Life got in the way." But we're back dear readers, if there are any of you left out there. And we're coming back strong! (not this post per se, but soon...very soon.)

Sunday night brings the spectacle known as the 60th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards. Now, I've only been aware of this for about 12 hours, so I have absolutely nothing to offer in the way of predictions, insight or pre-game commentary. Not that you care, because let's be honest, we only watch these shows in the hope that someone will show up dressed batshit crazy. (Dear God I hope Bjork is nominated for SOMETHING.) All I know is this: there are 5 hosts and they are all the nominees for Outstanding Reality/Competition Host. Seriously Emmy people? Tom Bergeron? Howie Mendel? Jeff Probst? Ryan f'ing Seacrest for crying out loud?! That's the best they could do? Don't we have to tolerate enough of these tools already? (Not you Heidi, you're fabulous. Just don't forget to look at the teleprompter and you'll be fine, liebchen.) **by the way...thought you'd like to know I just confirmed my German spelling at what is possibly the greatest of all double entendre websites...quickdic.com.

Jamie and I will be tuning in at 8pm/7 central, with our laptops and bitchy, snarky comments at the ready. That, and our deep, deep love for all things Mad Men.


Do be sure to join us in the comments section as we live blog the good, the bad, the ugly, and the sure to be irritatingly long acceptance speeches.