I've lived through my fair share of tragedy....my friend's tragic murder....a Category IV hurricane that killed many of my friends...major floods...over 100 first dates...all 2 hours of Carrie Ann v. Bruno...but nothing prepared me for this news:
The Golden Globes have been cancelled
I may pretend to be strong for the good of the children at work - but I'm not sure I can recover. The Writer's strike has, at last, accomplished a death blow since even my soap opera has degraded to such a level of unbearable that my ability to endure has been sorely tested. And now...now no globes. What will I mock come Sunday?! What controversy will amuse me?! How can I joke about making out with Kiefer Sutherland by a palm tree if there's no Kiefer in dapper dress to tempt me?!
OH! A fie on you and your kind, Writers Guild. A Big, nasty FIE!
Since the moment, I got the news, I've had My Fair Lady on the brain: "Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words. I get words all day through, from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?!"
Grrr. Arrgh. Tivo me bored.
4 comments:
Worst Awards. Ever.
I want my dresses and drunken speeches, dangit!
I guess I don't love the Globes enough because this did not make me un-support the WGA. Must b a writers thing. I hope they strike a deal with the Oscars though. At least ONE award show has to happen. ONE!
The Golden Globes thing doesn't bother me, but I spent yesterday watching back episodes of Chuck, and I'm mad that there's no more.
In fairness you should be angry at the studios for not honoring the writers. They have a valid argument. They want to paid like the actors and producers.
I have taken up reading again. It's really nice.
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