Miscapitalized, really.
I
think
those count as spelling errors, but I'm too somethinged to be sure.
I've spent the entire afternoon dozing on and off and kinda catching up on missed TV. Too zonked to be cranky, so am now just sad about the back, and hoping all this is good for it, since this morning felt like I'd had no PT this past month.
No, they're tape delaying it on this coast (at least for those of us who only get the house antenna....)
My bad, I'll whte font.
Yeah, that was a very male writing crew.
They ALL were. That was, like, fifty or sixty guys. JEeeeeezuz
I'm writing (and fairly well, mind you) one of the better received sketch shows in NYC at the moment. And, apparently, that will never ever be enough for me to just write good shit and maybe get a job. Oh no-- I'd have to be a fucking trail blazer too. Oh great. Apparently Rose Marie was a FIFTY YEAR AGO FICTIONAL FLUKE
rantrantgrumblebitch
well, spoiled now which is no big because I didn't even know that
Alan Alda
was nominated. Nor for what.
I ran back and whitefonted
I did the same. I never figured on a delay on the show.
The last bit
on Carson
got me misty. Awww.
Yep, it's all kind of one big surprise for me - no idea about who or what's been nominated until they announce.
ETA: That was a nice bit, Laura.
The
Raymond
crew presenting were boring, but
Alyson
is so cute.
WOOOOOO HOOOOOO
also, very nice mention for
Dave
What a gentleman.
So...
woo-hoo! TDS!
Aww, that was just such a damn sweet thing to say.
Oh, oh, oh... hottie can sing! I lurves him. So much. And now he sings. ::fans self::