Words inspired by the Emmys
On Mike's insistance, below are are some unedited words inspired by the Emmys. Enjoy
I have to say, I kinda like being 22. I can still just worry about getting my water from the refrigerator during a commercial on the Emmys while wondering if I’m eating too many jelly beans. I guess you could say that’s a good life. Living in a random woman’s house with my best friend in a city I never thought I’d stay in for more than a few days, that’s living the life right. I mean, look at the Emmys; there’re a 10 minute drive from my/her house, 10 minutes without traffic. Does that include a freeway? After a month, I’m still not sure how to get to the Chinese Theater. And that’s important right? Knowing how to get to famous landmarks of the Hollywood centric city or county (what is it again?) or feeling of Los Angeles. Meanwhile, as I’m writing this seemingly random tribute to this period in my life, the theme song from some 1980’s TV hotspot is being performed on the Emmys. The song essentially goes, I’m going to live forever, Baby remember my name. Oh wait, it’s from Fame. Only the most dramatic tribute to the life of musical theater. Again, something else I should know but don’t. I need to mention this because it amazes me. 4 out of 5 of the male guest actors nominated were from Will and Grace. Where was I? Oh, wait. The Olympics just won an award for direction. The Olympics? Since when are they part of the entertainment world of Hollywood. Correction, since when I have I not realized that EVERYTHING is part of the entertainment world. The Daily Show just won for best writing. Best writing. One day, when I’m not paying tribute to the best year there was and could never be I’m going to write my story. Than again, I am 22. And the only thing I have to worry about is whether my favorite shows and stars are going to win the Emmys while I write some semi-wittingly weird commentary on my life. Notice this is all I have to worry about. The fact that David Letterman is still just as annoying as ever doesn’t bother me at all. But, who am I kidding. There are plenty of other things that should concern me. Things like whether Mike really is the hottest roommate I’ve ever had and the nature of domestic wasps. David Letterman is giving a tribute to Johnny Carson. He is the beginning of an era of classic television. An era that is slowly disappearing, slipping away into the need for reality. Think about that. Yeah you, the poor person who is choosing to suffer through this random diatribe. People want to watch reality. I’m only 22 and frankly, the Emmys are more interesting than a piece on the human brain at the moment but, that’s still scary. We are slowly losing our imagination. We? No wait, that’s just politically correct. I know some people who still value the ability to look at a rock and see a future in neural networks. Or speak in strange dialects to appease the curiosity of an amazing mind. Who knew we were complete and utterly well... normal. Turns out the rest of the country- wait, I’m being distracted by live TV. What was I just saying? Oh right, reality TV is taking over the world. Now, back to the Emmys.
I have to say, I kinda like being 22. I can still just worry about getting my water from the refrigerator during a commercial on the Emmys while wondering if I’m eating too many jelly beans. I guess you could say that’s a good life. Living in a random woman’s house with my best friend in a city I never thought I’d stay in for more than a few days, that’s living the life right. I mean, look at the Emmys; there’re a 10 minute drive from my/her house, 10 minutes without traffic. Does that include a freeway? After a month, I’m still not sure how to get to the Chinese Theater. And that’s important right? Knowing how to get to famous landmarks of the Hollywood centric city or county (what is it again?) or feeling of Los Angeles. Meanwhile, as I’m writing this seemingly random tribute to this period in my life, the theme song from some 1980’s TV hotspot is being performed on the Emmys. The song essentially goes, I’m going to live forever, Baby remember my name. Oh wait, it’s from Fame. Only the most dramatic tribute to the life of musical theater. Again, something else I should know but don’t. I need to mention this because it amazes me. 4 out of 5 of the male guest actors nominated were from Will and Grace. Where was I? Oh, wait. The Olympics just won an award for direction. The Olympics? Since when are they part of the entertainment world of Hollywood. Correction, since when I have I not realized that EVERYTHING is part of the entertainment world. The Daily Show just won for best writing. Best writing. One day, when I’m not paying tribute to the best year there was and could never be I’m going to write my story. Than again, I am 22. And the only thing I have to worry about is whether my favorite shows and stars are going to win the Emmys while I write some semi-wittingly weird commentary on my life. Notice this is all I have to worry about. The fact that David Letterman is still just as annoying as ever doesn’t bother me at all. But, who am I kidding. There are plenty of other things that should concern me. Things like whether Mike really is the hottest roommate I’ve ever had and the nature of domestic wasps. David Letterman is giving a tribute to Johnny Carson. He is the beginning of an era of classic television. An era that is slowly disappearing, slipping away into the need for reality. Think about that. Yeah you, the poor person who is choosing to suffer through this random diatribe. People want to watch reality. I’m only 22 and frankly, the Emmys are more interesting than a piece on the human brain at the moment but, that’s still scary. We are slowly losing our imagination. We? No wait, that’s just politically correct. I know some people who still value the ability to look at a rock and see a future in neural networks. Or speak in strange dialects to appease the curiosity of an amazing mind. Who knew we were complete and utterly well... normal. Turns out the rest of the country- wait, I’m being distracted by live TV. What was I just saying? Oh right, reality TV is taking over the world. Now, back to the Emmys.