Books
44. The Reality Dysfunction, Peter F. Hamilton. 9-2.
45. The Sandman: A Game of You, Neil Gaiman. 9-3.
46. Master and Commander, Patrick O’Brian. 9-8.
47. The Sandman: Fable and Reflections, Neil Gaiman. 9-17.
48. The First Man in Rome, Colleen McCullough. 9-17.
49. The Sandman: Brief Lives, Neil Gaiman. 9-26.
50. Post-Captain, Patrick O’Brian. 9-30.
51. In Cold Blood, Truman Capote. 9-30.

Movies
26. The Ghost Train (1941). 9-17.
27. Notes on a Scandal (2006). 9-17.
28. Burn After Reading (2008). 9-25.

I have a most horrible, pounding headache, because of my allergies. It has made entertaining myself this evening very difficult, as computer screens, TVs, and reading are all kind of painful. The headache's beginning to let up, because my dad gave me one of his surgery pain pills, but not to the extent that I want to sit and watch another episode of Pushing Daisies. Which means I have three to watch before the premiere tomorrow night, and I'm not sure I'll have the time, especially if I work.

I kind of feel like all of the topics which I normally blog about, we now have discussion threads for at the boards, so I'm not sure what to say here. Not that it matters, in the grand scheme of things, and this wouldn't be a problem if my life weren't so boring, but I have no funny anecdotes or anything to relate.

Ah well. I'm going to eat a piece of Laura's birthday cheesecake, and finish In Cold Blood.

ETA: Whenever I dream of a TV show (which isn't that often, but does happen), it's always a fake episode. Whether I'm watching it, participating in it, have run home to miss all but the last few minutes, or am flipping and catch a promo, it's always a fake, dream episode. Sometimes they're very real, sometimes not, but usually it's recognizable as that show's world, if that makes sense. Last night, I dreamed that I was watching an Entertainment Tonight promo for the upcoming Heroes, and the promo centered on watching Jack Coleman practice his singing and dancing. For the upcoming Heroes. The upcoming musical Heroes.

I woke up and was like, thank you, brain.

When it rains, it pours. My dad is in week five of his convalescence from abdominal surgery. He was scheduled to go back to work next Monday, the 29th. A couple days ago, he was leaning over to put the phone book back, and pulled something in his shoulder. The next day, he was in such pain he laid in bed all day with a heating pad. Yesterday he went to the GP, who couldn't tell what the problem was, and made him an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. Who thinks he has a sprained rotator cuff. (Why he thinks instead of knows I'm not sure, but at least it's not broken.)

So, he gets another two weeks off work. Almost two months. He was just starting to look forward to going back, as he's been bored around the house. Poor dad.

So, I'm watching a bit of SVU with my dad (Nick Chinlund was playing a serial killer - way to get stereotyped, dude), and that commercial with James Lipton came on, where he's the celebrity helping the real guy tell his story. (Geico, right? Effective ad campaign.) Anyway, my dad is like, guess how old he is. And I say...sixty. Maybe sixty-five. And my dad says, no. Eighty-two.

And I laugh. Ahahahaha. Very funny. He's not eighty-two. My dad says, yes, he is, your mom looked him up. And we shake on it, because OBVIOUSLY he's not eighty-two.

So I think to check Wikipedia. That son of a bitch is eighty-two years old. !!! I guess I can no longer say that my grandpa is the youngest looking eighty-year-old I've ever seen. Although...maybe if my grandpa dyed his hair...

Emmys, Emmys, Emmys. Wow, fashion was boring this year. I can't even think of a single dress that really stood out to me at all. Ladies, what is going on?

I can't believe Piven won again. I have never watched Entourage, but I'm sorry. It's Piven. He can't be that amazing, that he always wins this award. Christ.

I was very, very happy to see Zeljko Ivanek win. First of all, because he's my people, yo, and second of all, because he has been on everything, and he's awesome. I was very much surprised; I expected Mad Men guy to win. Speaking of which, Mad Men was not the sweep a lot of critics were expecting, which was nice. I mean, I don't watch the show, so I have no idea if it's good or anything (although the ten minutes I watched with Laura this weekend were painfully boring), but it was the favorite, so of course I wanted it to fail.

Disappointed BSG didn't get the writing win, but not surprised or anything. I mean, it really was just an honor to get nominated. (Although, when someone other than Mad Men won directing just prior, a tiny, tiny nugget of hope wormed its way into my heart, stupidly.)

Mary Tyler Moore's...arms...

Just don't have a host! At all! Just have the presenters come out, introduced by that voice in the ceiling that tells us how many previous nominations so-and-so has. That's all!

I actually thought the iconic TV locations thing was a really neat set dressing idea, and a lot more interesting than the usual Gigantic Awards and Amorphous Shiny Props; however, the Oval Office is not an iconic TV location. It's a real-world location that happened to be used in a TV show. I thought I was done with The West Wing! I think I had a PTSD flashback or something.

Eh, I thought The Office was funnier this year.

And finally, yay for Pushing Daisies! I was very glad to see Barry Sonnenfeld get the win, because talk about creating the visual look of a show that is NOTHING like anything else you see on TV. I can't wait for next Wednesday.