Thoughts for Monday

The Emmy's were okay last night - although I don't really get why they have to keep the winners speeches down to 30 seconds (or whatever it is. Seriously? A minute? I don't know) so that they can have all this time for COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS skits involving Ray Romano and Gary Shandling holding their dicks in the bathroom. What is this, gay dork porn or something? Jee-bus.

I was kind of excited about the wins of Drea DeMatteo and Mary Louise Parker and Cynthia Nixon. She was always my favorite character on Sex and the City. Her story seemed the most true to me (second is Charlotte looking for the "perfect" man and falling in love with her hairy backed bald lawyer, because HA! isn't that always the way?) and she always made me cry and laugh the most.

I jumped up and down and clapped when James Spader won - which, well, I knew I liked him but who knew it would illicit that reaction? He' s just so amazingly awesome in general (see: Secretary. No, SERIOUSLY, go see it. Right now. I'll wait for you) - and on the Practice he regularly hypnotized me and put me into a trance so deep I would often suddenly realize that I had forgotten to breathe. That's good acting, folks.

I'm also glad about Arrested Development winning best comedy b/c with Frasier and Sex both ending I figured one of them would certainly win, for nostalgia reasons and all that hooey. But Arrested Development is SUCH A GOOD SHOW - and I loved when the creator suggested "so, why don't we watch it?" I hope Fox will get off its ass and stop promoting shite like North Shore and start promoting the one good show it actually has. I mean, I love it, and I am still not sure when it is on.

Anyway, those are my initial thoughts about people I don't know winning things they possibly don't deserve. Just what famous people need - MORE ACCOLADES!