I will NOT be Live-Blogging the Emmys
Let’s face it, this is a meaningless award, and tonight’s broadcast is going to be hosted by Ryan Seacrest, a man whose sole talent appears to be keeping live television events from running over their allotted time slot. (Well, except for that one time) Does this really necessitate excessive, minute-by-minute commentary? Granted, anytime you get a room full of celebrities there is the chance something moderately crazy could happen. But this isn’t the Oscars with its lavish productions and A-list guests. And this isn’t the Grammys where there’s a high probability that someone will either curse, set something on fire, or dance shirtless around Bob Dylan.
No, this is the Emmys, an award so meaningless its academy’s members haven’t the slightest idea just how important the medium is that they’re suppose to be rewarding. How else can we justify the complete snub of a series like The Wire, or even the near snub of such critical favorites as Friday Night Lights, The Riches, or Deadwood.
Honestly, thinking about the notion that Two and a Half Men could actually win “Best Comedy” makes my heart break and my mind melt.
So I will not be blogging about it tonight, despite the fact that I probably should — I just can’t encourage this sort of behavior. Instead, check back tomorrow for hasty recaps and general reprimending. Tonight, watch something worthwhile… like, Tell Me You Love Me (even though you’ve said you already hate it… at least it’s 100% Seacreast Free!).
Or go bowling. That’s what I’ll be doing.
