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.

In case people were wondering, Gob's angry face is what I looked like at approximately 7:38 this morning.

I wrote the entire rough outline of my next draft on my serial killer script this morning. My mom was like...you're going to write it again? Laura is not pleased with the direction I'm taking, but sometimes you have to do something radical to figure out what exactly works, and what you need.

It is a momentous moment in my life: we now have high speed internet at my house. Which means that the fights over internet time have already begun. I'll probably get a wireless router this weekend so I can just use my laptop and be at peace. In that event, I'll be waiting for when someone* inevitable wants to use my computer when the family computer is in use. Which is why God invented the screensaver password protect.

Applied for a job at a local bookstore, will look for some more local random things. Will probably end up substituting again. Which is okay, I guess.

Am writing again, which is good. Sometimes one needs to take some time off, and goodness knows last semester was very stressful. I think I'm going to do a second draft of the King Arthur script, but it needs deep tissue revamping, so I probably won't get into actual writing for at least a few weeks. I had bought some King Arthur books at Half Price last fall, but they're buried in one of my five boxes of books, so that might be an Actual Project some day to find.

In conclusion, thank God The Sopranos is finally off the air and won't be winning any more Emmys. At least they didn't sweep, but they did win some awards (Writing and Directing) that I wanted Battlestar Galactica someone else to win. Other than that, I was pleasantly surprised to see Terry O'Quinn win, even though I didn't watch Lost last year, but was highly disappointed that Piven won again, as I was fully expecting Rainn Wilson to win. Oh well. I loved seeing Helen Mirren win again, and I hope that this signals that from now on, in the future, she will just win every year. I did think her hair could have used more volume, though.