Greetings from Namibia

Sorry for the silence my peeps, but I was in Namibia bearing Johnny Depp's love child... Uh, actually my drive to blog was pirated away by the recent flooding of the Susquehanna. Harrrrrr!
Enough of the maudlin and Depp dreams.
Back to business.
So glad to hear the Emmys noticed the great work of President Charles Logan and First Lady Martha Logan (aka Princess Valium) on 24. Also glad Project Runway, featuring the Great Santino ~ the queen of stitch bitchery ~ received a nod. But where oh where was my beloved Pepper Monkey's Top Chef on that list of nominees? C'mon, a show where cuisine is fashioned out of trans-fat-laden convenience store comestibles? A show where a snappy sommelier lectures Junior League-ettes about masa, shizo leaf and yuzu? A show where no one's your bitch, bitch! What do these Emmy judges know about taste, anyway? Where was Chloe's nomination for 24? Ee-gads, this year the woman showed vulnerability (a one-night stand!) and emotion (watching that loveable schlub Edgar succumb to nerve gas). And excuse me, but Desperate Housewive's Nicolette Sheridan or even the crazy lady across from Lynnette's house had more range than Alfre Woodard. She's a fabulous actress but this year's inconsistent writing left her little to work with, IMHO.
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