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Okay, Tina holds the epic power of making me squeeful again when I was punching a pillow an hour ago.
Click to view"Sometimes on the 30 Rock set when I don't quite know how to play a scene, my husband will just remind me - he'll say, 'Just try and act like Julia Louis Dreyfus'. So thank you, Julia, that is really working out for me."
I kind of want her to win awards just to hear her speeches, because she always makes awesome ones. Like her SAG one where she is the hat rack to Alec's Fred Astaire.
Look at Alec's grin! And Jeff and him being all, "GLEE" when she goes up on stage! And Amy (who looked gorgeous btw) and Will sitting right behind her and Jane and Tracy and Scott and Jack and Keith and Judah (hat reading "BEST DRESSED") right behind them! And MLP looking so pretty!
AND THEN ALEC IS WORSHIPPING HER, BOTH OF THEM HOLDING THEIR AWARDS:
As the good people of TWOP put it: "This woman actually deserves much more than a trophy. Maybe we could find a way to solder several of them together and give her a super-Emmy, oh, and a nap." Hear, hear!
And just because I can:
Edit: If I was Maulik Pancholy I'd be so caught between two casts: 30 Rock (Jonathan) or Weeds (Sanjay)? Who to sit and hang with? How confusing, man.
Um, that turned out longer than I meant it to. Sorry. And onto something non-Tina related: Ricky and Steve together made my stomach hurt from laughing.
So whilst KaDee looks kinda adorable in pigtails, I cringed when she said that line. Oh, shudder shudder shudder. And the whip? Bleugh. And once again, they forget Dell exists. Sigh.
So I know all I've done lately is flail about Wacky Private Practice lately, but oh, the cast. The commentaries and interviews ("If Amy were here, we'd probably get into a screaming match about it." Hee, Paul!) just confirmed that, really, they just make the show. I'll be the first to admit the storylines aren't always great, but it's that group of seasoned actors who gel together into such a wonderful, goofy group and they make it something great.
I went into the AFL store yesterday and there was such a buzz, being Grand Final week and all. I so want one of the Premiereship cup replicas (they have one for every year going back to 1896) but they cost $250 a pop. Blerg. (And five bucks says Gary Ablett wins the Brownlow tonight.)
The reason for my being in a shitty mood is because of this stupid group assignment due Wednesday. Because I'm collaborating everyone's parts together (I don't trust them to write it properly, as conceited as that sounds) I told them to email me their stuff by Sunday night. It is now Monday afternoon and I've only got half of one instead of three. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I'm going to be doing the entire fucking thing by myself on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I can feel it. But it happens every goddamn time and I'm so sick of dealing with it.
I don't even have the will to crave for tomorrow's Prison Break.
Thank God dance is on tonight, I need to channel out some of my rage. In the meantime, I'm gonna go and talk to some food about this.
Last but not least, happy birthday, _chica02! Hope your day is as wonderful as you are. *grin*