I was watching the Patriots-Chargers game. It was a blowout early. I flipped to the Emmys. Robert Duvall was giving an acceptance speech. I pulled an episode of "Survivorman" up off the DVR. Watched it. Flipped back to the Emmys. Robert Duvall was giving an acceptance speech.
That is all.
Oh wait, it's not. I have to do my traditional post-Emmy bitching. James freakin' Spader for best actor? Yeah, James Gandolfini was phoning it in that final season (note, that's sarcasm). And given that Fox didn't let Hugh Laurie host the show specifically because they were afraid half-wit "House" fans would be confused by his British accent, isn't that actual evidence that the boy can act? Sally Field over Edie Falco was unjust.
Aside from that, I can't really bitch too much. Terry O'Quinn winning supporting actor was a nice surprise, "30 Rock" getting best comedy was richly deserved. Honestly, the picks weren't as bad as they usually are.