but it's for someone else's benefit
Dear Emmy Nominations:
Every year, I think about you just about the time when the Tubeys show up on Television Without Pity. I see the banner for them and think, "Oh hey, the Emmy noms'll come out soon."
And then I promptly forget about them, until I wake up one day, start up my laptop, and on my Yahoo! home page, I see that Mad Men has earned, like, a frillion nominations.
And then I go through the Emmy noms, because I am a masochist, and EVERY YEAR, Emmy noms! EVERY YEAR! you IDIOTS get the television business COMPLETELY FUCKING WRONG.
I mean, I guess I should be glad that Glee didn't get the same amount of nominations that it did last year, and I guess I should be glad that Mildred Pierce got the second-most number of nominations (sidebar: I should make sure that's on my Netflix queue at some point).
But -- Johnny Galecki got nominated?! Over Joel McHale? And look, I know The Vampire Diaries is on the CW, and I know nothing on the CW ever gets nominated, but have you guys SEEN Ian Somerhalder this year?! He's not BOOOOOONE! anymore, guys! He's an amazing actor! You and your stupid fear of vampires.
I just ... EVERY YEAR you disappoint me, nominating the same damn people. (JON CRYER, ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME) I just want you to realize how obsolete and irrelevant you have become. You are the equivalent of ... well, something I can't think of off the top of my head, that's how unimportant you are; that's how much you don't matter.
And look, I'm about halfway through Mad Men Season 4, and I'm not sure what the big deal is. There. I've said it. I mean, it's interesting, but enough for all the Emmys in the world? Now who's smoking grass?
Every year, I think about you just about the time when the Tubeys show up on Television Without Pity. I see the banner for them and think, "Oh hey, the Emmy noms'll come out soon."
And then I promptly forget about them, until I wake up one day, start up my laptop, and on my Yahoo! home page, I see that Mad Men has earned, like, a frillion nominations.
And then I go through the Emmy noms, because I am a masochist, and EVERY YEAR, Emmy noms! EVERY YEAR! you IDIOTS get the television business COMPLETELY FUCKING WRONG.
I mean, I guess I should be glad that Glee didn't get the same amount of nominations that it did last year, and I guess I should be glad that Mildred Pierce got the second-most number of nominations (sidebar: I should make sure that's on my Netflix queue at some point).
But -- Johnny Galecki got nominated?! Over Joel McHale? And look, I know The Vampire Diaries is on the CW, and I know nothing on the CW ever gets nominated, but have you guys SEEN Ian Somerhalder this year?! He's not BOOOOOONE! anymore, guys! He's an amazing actor! You and your stupid fear of vampires.
I just ... EVERY YEAR you disappoint me, nominating the same damn people. (JON CRYER, ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME) I just want you to realize how obsolete and irrelevant you have become. You are the equivalent of ... well, something I can't think of off the top of my head, that's how unimportant you are; that's how much you don't matter.
And look, I'm about halfway through Mad Men Season 4, and I'm not sure what the big deal is. There. I've said it. I mean, it's interesting, but enough for all the Emmys in the world? Now who's smoking grass?