The Emmys - Ah, the most prolific event for television, aside from the Golden Globes. Though it is rumored that they even surpass that event, which is odd because IMDb lists the Golden Globe wins of actors ahead of the Emmys. Plus the Golden Globe winners are among the potential Oscar candidates, which is thrilling, no question. But I digress. This event was, certainly, eventful, though the host could have been better strategically chosen. In other words, someone other than Jimmy Kimmel, a pseudo-witty late-night talk-show host, could have assumed the helm. Bill Maher, the television equivalent to Ricky Gervais, perhaps? Now, that, I would both watch and enjoy. Alas, Jimmy Kimmel was there as the master of ceremonies, which wasn't as annoying as, say Jane Lynch or Neil Patrick Harris. (Conveniently, both are homosexual. Was it wrong to point out this blatant actuality?) One little stunt that did bother me was Jimmy Kimmel's supposedly-funny parody on the "In Memorium" tradition of every awards show. He decided to commemorate those still living, which could prove to be interesting, but then it turned out that he was just bragging about his own accomplishments. Oh, ha ha, you're still alive and successful, but there are still those truly talented who have tragically passed on. (Thankfully, there was an "In Memorium" portion of the show.)
Now, let's move on to the suspenseful portion of the post. I have to warn you, it may be frightening....
I'm going to end this fine post with an outburst of relief because I am simply exhausted. I hope you appreciate my labor of fatigue which produced this (hopefully) comprehensible post. Enjoy the remainder of your week, and, please, follow at least one of my recommendations. You do follow recommendations, right? Or listen to them? One or the other. Good night, and good luck.