2004-07-15 - 10:51 a.m.
Emmy Rant 2004
I've complained before about the Emmys and their lack of relevance in this space, but I'm compelled to do it yet again in light of this morning's troubling nominations. I knew that my favorite shows had no chance in hell. The Academy is not very progressive, and there was little to no chance that anything related to Angel would be nominated. Hell, even Buffy only got as high as a writing nomination that one time. With the episode with no words in it.
Snubs:
- Angel, for everything
- The OC, for everything
- Carnivale, for acting awards
- Alias, for Ron Rifkin's sake people!
- Gilmore Girls, cause it's good and stuff
- Everwood, see Gilmore Girls and multiply it times five
Dennis Franz Memorial WTF? Stop Nominating Them Already!:
- Allison Janney
- The West Wing
- Tyne Daly
- Kelsey Grammar
- David Hyde Pierce
- Doris Effin' Roberts
- Martin Sheen
- Allison Janney (yeah, I know she's already mentioned, but two more nods and this will be rechristened in her name)
- Brad Garrett
- John Spencer
- Sex and the City
Things We Actually Liked:
- Jennifer Garner!
- 24!
- Kiefer!
- Victor Garber!
- James Spader!
- Edie Falco!
- Crazy Sharon Stone!
- Sean Hayes!
- Megan Mullally!
- Arrested Development!
- Mos Def!
- Matt LeBlanc!
- Jennifer Aniston!
- Matthew Perry (even though it's on The West Wing)!
- Ellen DeGeneres!
Huh?:
- Mariska Hargitay?
- Danny DeVito?
- Anne Heche in a Lifetime Movie?
- The Monster House Theme Song?
We'll see who wins in September. Bet it won't be any of my favorites!
Dream Watch 2000: My two varsity volleyball coaches from high school teamed up to coach a reunion team. It was held in the old gym where we usually held practices, and it was a little freaky. I felt so out of practice!
What I'm Listening To: I Love the 90s has me online searching for, of all things, an ACE OF BASE Greatest Hits collection. I know they made fun of them, but I love their awesome, totally swedish and lovin' it dance music.
What I'm Reading: A note from a partner to add some more hair to his official portrait in Photoshop. With all this airbrushing, maybe I should work for Vogue.
What I'm Watching: This is kind of the wrong department, but my television rant above took the space I needed to mention this. Last night outside 30th Street Station, I saw the most outrageous couple I've seen in a long while (and yes, I'm counting Jon Lovitz and Janice Dickinson). The man was sorta shakily walking with slight limp action, reading a week-old Daily News and holding onto his rickety old briefcase from the 70s. Oh yeah, he was also rocking a stained trenchcoat, which always puts pedestrian ladies on the defensive. His woman was a short, overweight denizen of McDonalds wtih three-inch painted "nails" on all her fingers. She couldn't really hold her soda right the nails were so Guiness Book. Chomping on her Big Mac as she followed him down the street, she was wearing a terrycloth top that really emphasized her ghastly farmer's tan and what I think were men's boxers that rode up just enough to be controversial if you know what I mean. And busted flip-flops. I figured them for eccentric homeless lovers, but lo and behold, they walk up to a mid-price car and start to get in. Scariest part? The jet black sedan had all model markers removed and no visible license plate, but it had huge white letters pasted on the trunk exclaiming JUSTICE. Pretty frightening stuff. I shudder to think what kind of justice that duo doles out.
