telly blathers

since my sked was loaded with hibernating and staring at the wall (it's not nice to be this down), i was only able to get a glimpse of the emmy's telecast five days after its live coverage. i knew the winners beforehand but jaime pressley's win eluded my previous scans. for someone who had a playboy pitch three years earlier (or was it four?), winning an emmy is an extraordinary achievement. the telecast exceeded my three hours recorded time. i would've wanted hugh laurie to clutch a trophy for house (which i watch) or at least james gandolfini for the sopranos (which my husband allocates some viewing time). but it was james spader who had stolen from the mob. there is still next year though. i know the coverage would still be unbelievably long but hopefuly it would be worth the wait.

next season's would also be er's last as reported from sources here and there. i love stanley tucci. he was utterly adorable as a fashion editor in that prada film with streep and hathaway. in er, he's the chief -- strict, masterly and cerebral. also in er, two doctors not only look dashing but have similar features. luka (goran visjnic) is leaving. but the john stamos character, a sizzling hot, flamboyant paramedic-turned-doctor stays. i was left bewildered however. during a breather in stamos career, the many years in between full house and er, what did he pursue in a decade's span? was he PA to the olsen twins? did he scale any valley other than marrying and divorcing a supermodel?

with the temperatures settling into single-digits celsius, i still thrive in seclusion (pathetic i know but videoke leaves me disjointed). sealed dvd's, letters to send, people to locate, texts to study, papers to process are still in my to-do list. i got to penetrate my unconventional bakya side in the pinoy soaps department, something to get cheesy about after being fleshed-out dealing with the hang-ups of work. there's no such thing as a jologs or a baduy pinoy or even a chav in brit term, it's the milieu of upbringing, the lorelai-rory synergy. i really dig those slum notes queries on social networking sites. a certain film can dissect an individual's refinement. our tv choices reflect not only our personalities but our inner selves. it's comforting when a show is easy to watch, and doesn't make you think. the sopranos makes us refine our human turbulence which no single episode of women from wisteria lane can even attempt to envisage. if we watch soaps, does it mean we're shallow? not really (because i'm defending myself). it just means we're bored and boredom is part and parcel of our lives. it can also be beautiful. that's not chav.