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Lessee... Daytime Emmy Awards checklist...
I'm ready. Let's motorvate. I don't get SoapNet (STILL - *moment of silence for Poor Sage*), so no red carpet treatment for the Sageman. Just a drop right into the ceremony. Waving at my friends that are attending. (wavewave) Comments as they came up:
I was so tremendously excited when Rick Hearst won Best Supporting Actor. He was very deserving. I was a little confused when he started babbling about how incredible the writing team is at GH and had pause to wonder if he A) had been threatened in some way by Guza and Pratt's thugs. You know, if the mafia happened to be the ones running the behind-the-scenes show at GH, it would really explain so much. Otherwise, B) In his excitement over winning, he mistakenly thought he was still on Days of Our Lives.
I am terrified to notice that Emmy award itself has something that looks like Pikachu's tail coming up the back on each side. Since I seem to be waxing into my
child self, I will also note that I
Awww. It brought a tear to
me eye to see the Grand Marshalls of the Rose Parade were Bill Cosby, Art
Linkletter and *sob* Fred Rogers. The category (which Tournament of
Roses Parade, did not win) was "Special Class Special." "Special"
and "Class" pretty much sum up those three men. Lorenzo Lamas? Whoa! And to think I always thought of him as Sandy's jock boyfriend in Grease. Hearing Lynn Thigpen's voice as Luna the Moon in "Bear in the Big Blue House" brought yet another tear to my eye.
Whoa!! Is it COLD in her Lisa Rinna? Come over here, nips, I need a place to hang my car keys! Vanessa Marcil just said, "Has anyone seen Peter Fonda?" Huh? A presentation on the new host of "The View?" I'm trying to figure out who's missing. Trying to... The next thing I remembered is I was waking up, the birds were singing outside, sun was starting to peek through the window and there was a stack of six empty rock glasses washed and upended on the dish drainer. I was covered by a cuddly mink blanket and the TV was off. Guess... I missed a little bit. I'm sure the other talented EOS writers will fill in the blanks. Looks like Lisa Ling is the one who is gone. When you miss six months, you miss a lot! Happy Emmy Review, everyone! |
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Ah!
Vanessa Marcil looks like a marvelous, golden mermaid. While I
appreciate that she isn't sucking up the speech time with self-gratuitous
performances, honestly, I would have enjoyed a bit more formality.
It's just a personal quirk. I was mesmerized by her perfectly globed
(of course, as it turned out, the first two of many) childbearing boobies.
They were amazing in their perfection and I wondered briefly if she bound
them during her pregnancy to make sure not one inch of skin had a chance
to sag.
A
bird-head woman (some odd hat thing, but I hear her name is
Cady McClain looked absolutely
stunning, but girlfriend, put a period at the end of that sentence and
move along! She ate up about 2 song and dance acts and a badly
written joke or two for Vanessa all on her own.
Sesame
Street.
OW!
OW!! MY EYES!! I can't BELIEVE what I'm seeing!! Forget
the Emmy. Tacky Bastard of the Year Award goes to Tyler Christopher!
For the love of GOD, man, LOSE THE GUM! That's got to be the most
low-class thing I've seen in a good, long while! Note to NATAS:
hire some pretty young thing to stand at the curtain's edge with her well
manicured hand out to act as a mandatory gum receptacle. They
could then likely pay for a good bit of the ceremony expenses by selling
said gum on E-bay. Lord knows we obviously can't depend on the
stars to have that kind of class. At least, not all of them.
TC's publicist should be on him like a freak without warning, beating him
until candy and small toys spill out (no gum).
Enter Caucasian Rusky #3.