I love award shows and I watch them all. Well, every one that has something to do with entertainment I enjoy. (Example: I watch the Emmys, Oscars, SAGs, Golden Globes, Tonys, etc. I do NOT watch the MTV music video awards or the ESPYs.)
So, I was in place last Sunday night to view the Emmy Awards for the best television shows of the year. And after it was over, I was a little surprised to find that it had very little to do with me. Most of the winners were from shows I don’t watch or else they appear on a cable network I don’t receive. Two of my favorite actors were nominated but alas, they did not win. Two cozy mysteries I love to watch are The Mentalist and Monk. I heart Simon Baker and Tony Shalhoub. (A cozy mystery is one without the gore. Someone may be murdered, but we don’t have to watch the bullet travel through his innards.)
I did enjoy to a certain extent the Internet offering Monday morning of the Best and Worst of the Red Carpet. Several pundits who profess knowledge about fashion weighed in on the gowns, jewelry and hairdos. Most gowns this year were long and flowing, not too bizarre (the dress made from Obama-print being the exception) and worn with very little jewelry. I didn’t always agree with the B&W writer (though we were in agreement on the Obama-print). She let her personal prejudice show when she called one hair style “charmingly tousled” and another “disheveled.” They both looked messy to me.
So, even though my favorite didn’t win, there was still something to enjoy, specifically, Emcee Neil Patrick Harris. I heart him, too.
You were busy writing yesterday. Your piece still doesn’t make me yearn to turn on the TV again, tho I did watch a piece of the Andy Griffith marathon the other afternoon. I was checking to see if the TV worked after so long a time unplugged. Emma was coming over. But since she didn’t want to be in the sitting room alone, we played Mancala and Checkers to pass the time till her mother came back. pl