You’ve got it right about the reality shows, which of course are not “real” in any way. The networks think they are saving themselves money with those shows but are costing thenselves so much more in the long run.

My Alias I agree. I don’t usually watch, because I don’t really watch the shows. I catch them once in a while, but I have given up a lot of TV. It doesn’t hold me as much as it used to. So, I with you, after the intro, and they pulled Heidi’s clothes off, saw two awards, and then just turned it off. I have to admit, that WOWOWOW is the reason I tuned into it. I knew there was conversation. Later when I saw that John Adams had won so much and Paul Giametti had won for best actor, I was glad I didn’t watch. He was the only reason I didn’t like the series, that and the fact that since they couldn’t include everyone in the story, they would combine characters and they gave one statesman’s words to another, although in history, those two hated each other. So much for History. Paul, the hunched over brooding street fighter, just didn’t capture me. I tried, maybe I will rent the series again and give it another go.

That’s entertainment? Thud. How to explain last night’s television awards? Sure, you could “use the news.” (Ironic, when you think where the news comes from.) But the election, the economy and the wars can only be credited in part for for the cringe-ful travesty that was the Emmy’s. The elephant in THAT room was anti-depressants. Such talent. And not one shimmering moment - no whimsy nor sharp flick of wit. The expectation on contender’s faces as they watched from the audience seemed not for their own glory or recognition - but for an instant of emotional relief. From John Adams or Mr. Warmth to the TV-classics show sets, clips and music, every hopeful moment was derived from the past. Alec Baldwin gravely lauded Tina Fey as this generation’s Elaine May. Tommy Smothers dolefully tried to remind us what it was to be feisty. That opening bit - “we got nothing” - was Harvey Mandel’s furtive, furtive attempt at political satire. Jeff Probst apologized at the close for not listening when Jimmy Kimmel warned them it wasn’t gonna fly. And the big gag of the night was Captain Kirk stripping the SUIT off a good-looking, go-getting, got-it-all Gal. Clearly, the fresh, future-y narrative of Sarah Palin has kicked the industry’s ass, it’s fallen and it can’t get up. Anti-depressants are hardly the answer. Tom Cruise aside: Thank heavens Edith Piaf never took anti-depressants. Or Will Rogers. We don’t stop laughing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop laughing. And singing, story-telling. Without laughing, singing and story-telling, we grow old - inside - and weak. Hah! - Did someone steal Tina’s Fey’s purse from under her seat when she went up to take one of her many awards? By now, her cell phonebook and scribbled script ideas have been smuggled to the GOP or posted on some interWeb. Come on! It’s a plot from Casablanca. The economy is headed toward a distopic scenario straight from Road Warriors. What’s happening in our nation is no laughing matter. But it’s happening because of masterful storytelling. Good old American bogosity. Fiction or fact, the American masses have been soaking up the material. This is a war of minds. But notice, it’s mostly remakes; old plotlines are holding sway. And Hollywood’s “got nothing?” (Ironic, when you think where all this good old American story-telling came from.) It’s pilot season. Enough awfulizing - it’s worse than nothing. Cue the new guy - and no more remakes.

My Alias, You hit the nail on the head dear, this was the worst awards show I have ever seen it stunk to high heaven. I also agree that the good old Network Boys better change their toons or there won’t be anyone at the dance. TV writers where are you? I can’t think of more than 3 shows on TV worth watching and I think they are on Cable.

Vivvy, “I watched about the first 25 minutes, and would rather have been having my boobs squshed in a mammogram machine!” ROFL