Did you watch The Emmys?
I did. Here are a few thoughts. See if you had any of the same ones I did. (Because we all know … grapevines think alike.)
- Jimmy Fallon and his guitar: Just shoot me now. (Oh … and that goes for his Elton John impersonation … his Green Day impersonation … et al.)
- Though I have no man-love for George Clooney, he does possess the most awesome shit-eating grin in all of Hollywood-dom.
- Glee effectively got shut out with only a few wins to their credit. So I wonder: Will they do an episode about that?
- Beer distribution at The Emmys — Hollywood’s attempt at keeping the economy rolling on down the highway….
- I asked Jimmy for a Gin & Tonic several times when I saw him in his white jacket … but he ignored me.
- Leave Al Pacino alone. He can do whatever the hell he wants.
- Glee’s Matthew Morrison (Mr. Schuester) is picky about his beer. Did you notice that … ???
- Really … did they need to promote Oprah during the commercial segments? Why? Isn’t her show enough of a juggernaut in addition to it ending this year?
- *hmmmmmmmmmmmm* A thought just occurred: Maybe Jimmy Fallon doesn’t know what a Gin & Tonic is….
- I didn’t need to know about the ‘shattered dreams’ of the accountants of Ernst & Young. Did you?
- Wow. Was the Emmy chat on CliqueClack ever flying each time The Event plugs came on….
- Nice to see that Jewel finally got her teeth fixed (that could have been years ago, but I wouldn’t have noticed), but she still warbles.
- Did anyone else notice that Ricky Gervais rambles on and on and on? (This is a rhetorical question. Rhetorical, people.)
- The go-to-commercial music was orchestrated by some rogue band member. Really. Because it was awesome.
- Temple. That is all.
- The Dexter director who won, Steve Shill? He looks *just* like you would expect a director of Dexter to look.
- “We asked the nominees this question …” *yawn*
- Ann Margaret has not had any work done. I refuse to believe it.
- I don’t ‘get’ Stephen Colbert. Don’t think I ever will.
- I had no idea Soupy Sales passed.
- Why didn’t they hand out 3D glasses during the Sofia Vergara segment to us … ?!? The Emmys sure know how to dash our hopes….
- *hmmmmmmmmmmmm* Another thought just occurred: Maybe Jimmy Fallon hasn’t ever been given a drink order before….
- I wonder how much it costs Matthew Perry to maintain the saddlebags beneath his eyes each year? And! Are they tax deductible?
- But … the best mis-matched drapes ensemble had to go to Lauren Graham. Most would agree. It was hideously yinny-yangy. (See photo above)
- Thankfully, rodeo clowns didn’t accompany Temple when she went on stage late in the game….
- Edie Falco: Comedy win? What the … ?!?
- Top Chef: Emmy win? What the … ?!?
And finally, one word: “Intranetworkcrosspollinisynergism”
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You gotta stick with your strengths, I guess bronsont . . . . .
Of course Ann-Margaret has had work done! She’s 70. Women don’t look like that when they’re 70. You are in Denial. I also don’t get Steven Colbert. I can’t stop looking at his wonky ear long enough to pay attention to whatever he’s saying. Matthew Morrison is mighty fiiiiiiinnnnne, and I knew Soupy was dead. I met him once and he was very nasty. Really bossy and pompous.
And I don’t care what you say, Al was on something. Or maybe just having a problem staying up so late. He’s 70 also.
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I think you just really have a problem with 70 year-old people, that’s what I think . . . . .
Mr Noble,
I suspect that if anyone asked you what you do, you’d reply that you are a writer; your publication on the oh-so-competitive Internet supporting that fantasy. Unless you would indeed surprise me and confess to being a fry cook, third baseman for the Boston Red Sox or folksinger, I truly would appreciate it if you would take note that singular names (“Glee”) require singular pronouns (“it,” not “they”).
And, please, tell me that “Gervais rambles on and on and on” was deliberate, although given the rest of you tome, I suspect not.
No need to be so nasty! Yeesh.
Dear Yeesh,
From the original column in question, it appears that nasty is the default tone hereabouts, and thus it’s fair to expect that Mr Noble can take what he dishes out with apparent (watch for it …) glee.
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My Dearest Mr. Bogen:
You suspect wrong on several counts … but good news! You hit the nail on the head on several others, good sir.
… I am *not* a writer … but I do write for CliqueClack. And elsewhere. Sometimes goodly, sometimes not so much.
… It’s not a fantasy, it’s a reality. I do write, as noted above.
… Be surprised: I have been a fry cook. Good job! How’d you guess?
… The Red Sox? Hardly. The American League isn’t a real league, you see. I subscribe to “9 Men On The Field … Nine Men At The Plate”. Oh – it’s still professional baseball, but … it’s not a real league.
… Damn! Again! I *do* sing folk tunes! You! You’re good, you!
Here’s what I’ve learned: Around you, Señor Bogen, I’m not allowed to make a mistake. But follow me and this guarantee I will make: You will be disappointed. You see: I commit flubs … said singular pronoun and honest mistake notwithstanding. I could blame the editors, but I have big shoulders … I can take it.
And Good Gordness! Oops, you did it again! Yes and yes! My Gervais comment was deliberate! (It’s called ‘emphasis’.) Did I mention you were good?!?
Love and Rockets and Hope To See You Again, Michael
P.S. Speaking of singular pronouns —–> “… although given the rest of you tome, I suspect not.” But … I understand. That was just a typo.
Oh, Mr Noble.
You tempt me with the archaic, but I shall not play your heinous game. You are not my Moriarty, my Luthor … not even my Foyette. Yet, you strangely earn a modicum of my restpect. Your taking the high road is worthy of both my esteem and my scorn. We shall see.
You do, however, underestimate my character. My shots are neither pot nor cheap. I do not take aim at typos. I felt — and still feel — that you are indeed on the wrong side of the grammatical rule of “it” and “they.” Your making the same mistake twice in the same sentence gave me just cause, in my opinion.
Now, as much as you may have won me with the general tone of your most recent missive, I must take exception with your pompous potshot at my baseball reference.
Sport, like just about everything in society, is fluid. In my 40 years as a sportswriter for a daily newspaper, I witnessed all kinds of changes in a variety of sports, among them the institution of the designated hitter rule. I was not an immediate convert. However, in the summer of 1976 I found myself standing in front of a locker in the visitor’s locker room at Fenway Park. Because of the DH, the man sitting in front of me was Henry Louis Aaron. Without the DH, I would have never met the greatest hitter of the last 50 years. And that — no matter how much some folks like to thing of the double-switch as the greatest strategical move since Hannibal crossed the Alps — was good enough for me.
Finally, I beseech (yeah, I probably spelled that one wrong) you … please abandon the use of italics and quotation marks for emphasis and to tell your readers that you’re saying something clever. Michael, if it is indeed clever, the readers worth caring about will get it and the others will move along to “CSI: Kennebunkport.” If it is not clever, just take the beating like a man. The same goes for emphasis. Please, you don’t use keyboard tricks, HTML or anything that wasn’t around in 1677.
Ok, so I forgot something. This is finally. How on earth (see, I desperately wanted to type those three words in caps, but I held back, a remarkable exercise in restraint, if you ask me) could you
write 1,567,822 words on the Emmy Awards and omit the only significent moment — the crowning of Jim Parsons as best comedy actor. That Parsons’ genius was not overlooked gives me enough hope to awaken tomorrow. I sincerely hope you feel the same way.