TV lost all credibility last night. The Emmy Awards were handed out, and, from what I've read, these awards are intended to honor actors for their excellence in acting. But that can't possibly be true, because the worst actor in the world older than Keanu Reeves won an award for best supporting actor. I ... don't under....stand. And the outfits I saw, holy frijoles! The worst one is Tess Smith's, shown on the left. I don't know who Tess Smith is, but she must not be able to act, because if she was a good actress, her agent wouldn't make her dress like such a whore
Now, at my house, TV isn't only about the airwaves. We have cable, including the premium channels. So I get to watch quasi-recent films like Napoleon Dynamite. I once read that movies watchers could be divided into two groups: those who hate Napoleon Dynamite, and those who get it. Count me among those who definitely don't get it. I feel like I've been robbed of 90 minutes of my life. And I'm not alone.
Instead of TV, I'm watching the Internet this week. Here's some of what I'm watching:
And now a word from our potential sponsor: Would you buy what this man is selling?
(Voters in my state did.)
Finally, when watching commercials, avoid a rush to judgment.
*** Watch in private, because of ESPL (evil sex porn links)