I don't even know

Oh my God, I have been trying to write this entry all night, and I just can't come up with words that accurately express how confused I am about Jeremy Piven's Emmy ensemble. Aren't pants and jackets usually sold together so they'll actually match? Didn't he get the black TIE (as in neckTIE or bowTIE, not cravat-scarf-ugly thing, which does not contain the word tie) memo? Doesn't he have a stylist? Or a mom? Or anyone who actually loves/is employed by him and wants him to look like a successful TV star and not a character in a cheesy porno?

After the show there's the after-party...

And Patrick Dempsey seems to know all about that.

Exhibit A: On the red carpet, bright eyes, big smile, hair perfectly swept over.

Exhibit B: After the show, champagne in hand, glazed eyes, blank expression, tousled hair.

Though I suppose a mellow party-shot is better than one of him dancing on the tables.

Better for him, that is. I could have used some extra fodder.

BFF

Okay, I'm a bit of a sucker for award show moments that showcase the normal emotions and reactions of the Hollywood stars. And I have a total crushes on Stephen Colbert, Jon Stewart, and Conan O'Brien, so I'm not really an unbiased source. But I do think two displays of friendship really stick out from last night.

First, Stewart seemed truly upset that he won instead of Colbert, as he calmly mentioned on his first win, "I think this year you actually made a terrible mistake. But thank you." But he helped make up for it by supporting Colbert with the duo's off-the-cuff shtick, with Colbert's now-classic-line (and what most of us were thinking) "I lost to Barry Manilow!"

The second moment comes from our host--who I thought was pretty solid on the night--when Bob Newhart announced "The Office" as winner for Best Comedy. Conan's double fist-pull of pure joy for his former roommate Greg Daniels, was the most honest happiness for another winner that I've seen.

So keep it coming boys, emotions are cute.

Why, Murphy, Why?

I'll admit I was pleasantly surprised with this year's red carpet. It appears that most of the stars have either discovered a sense of taste or finally hired someone who would just say no to them. Which is why I don't understand why Candice Bergen doesn't have a single friend who cares.
What is this? Seriously. She looks like a pirate linebacker. She would be first pick in the football draft of the seas. The outfit just makes her look so...unnaturally wide. And I'm really not feeling that shade of turquoise-aqua-whatever. Frankly, even if I could get past the general appearance, I'm not sure it's fancy enough to be award-show-attire. She is a classy older woman, and it hurts me that no one would tell her that "hut...hut...ahoy!" look might not be the way to go.

Emmy Exhaustion

It's hard being an addict. No matter how much you try to quit, you just can't let go. You know it's bad for you, but it just feels so good. You keep coming back for one more hit. And then the next day you wake up with nothing but regret.

I am an award show addict. Now many people love the glitz and glamour of the red-carpet, I know I'm not alone. But I always know that in the end it won't be satisfying, because the two biggies, the Oscars and the Emmys (I refuse to even acknowledge the Grammys anymore) are so lacking in real reward.

And yet I watch anyway. So today, my friends, you will be treated to the Emmy Aftermath, be allowed to bask in the exhaustion with me. As together we enable each other's worst vice.

Another day, another show ruined

I never watched Laguna Beach, which is probably good because I have an illogical dislike of Kristin Cavallari, despite having never heard her speak a single word, but I was addicted to The Hills. The operative word here being "was." Not only because the season is over, but because I cannot believe that LC actually chose to live in a beach house with her assface boyfriend for the summer instead of going to work for Vogue in Paris. I know that the show is scripted and I know that the only reason she got the chance was because of the show, but for the love of God, anyone with even a quarter of a brain who wants to work in fashion knows that you don't say no to Paris. And you certainly do not say no because you've just turned 20 and want to live with a guy who you've broken up with multiple times and who has the worst facial hair in the history of man. UGG.

People are so annoying sometimes. Gosh.