Sunday, September 16, 2007
I like being a mess. It's who I am.
I've been distracted, as Vel finally talked me into getting onto Facebook. I have just spent entirely too much time racing my Fluff Friend and trying to feed him to get his points up. I bought good food for that little bastard and the last two things I fed him came back saying "Disgusting!" and his points don't go up. Goddamn panda. Betting on the Fluff races is really addictive, you can only race your pet five times a day though.
Might as well watch the Emmys tonight, even though I'm only familiar with about four of the shows... I'm curious about a new show coming out in the fall, Reaper, whose pilot I believe is directed by Kevin Smith. The bitch of it? It's on at 8pm on Tuesdays, right up against House, M.D. Eh, I wasn't that curious, sorry.
This was obviously written early yesterday...we didn't watch the end of the Emmys, since it had a fairly obvious outcome. Who does a huge pointless homage mid-show for no other purpose than to shoot a load all over one particular show? Though I was stoked to see Kiefer Sutherland pick up Best Actor rather that James Gandolfini if Hugh Laurie wasn't going to get it (that's what the Golden Globes are for, they have some taste).
I was a little sad that the Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert bit was a little lame (though they didn't--I presume--write it), but dignity was recovered in the "Let's give this to Steve Carell!" moment when Ricky Gervais failed to appear for his award.
Facebook has also, sadly, taken me back to my high school days. I force some youtube on you now, from my graduating year.