I know it’s in bad form to end the week in a sour note. I know I have a lot to be happy about. It’s Friday! I’m free (for two days)! I just had braised beef with mushroom and gravy and mashed potatoes and it was heavenly!
But the Emmy Nominations came out today and I’m pissed. No love for The Americans? Really? None for Keri f*cking Russel who is completely transformed as a Russian spy? No love for a show that has so easily avoided the usual tropes and maintained tension all throughout the season? You suck, Emmy people.
Then I also see that Emilia Clarke (Daenerys) gets a nod but Lena Headey (Cersei), or even Michelle Fairley (Catelyn) didn’t. In what world is Emilia a better actress than Cersei and Catelyn? Don’t misunderstand, I love Emilia and I think she’s good, but she has never brought the same level of performance that the two other women consistently give.
And then I go to Facebook and all I see are these statuses and photos starting with “____ pag may time” in reference to an action that these people actually do a lot (shopping, eating, getting drunk, whatever!). I just want to shout at these people and ask them to stop for a minute and think whether it actually makes any sense because I am sure it doesn’t. It astounds me how some people just swallow these new fads without any thought.
ANYWAY. I’m supposed to have dinner with the bosses but I decided to go home and spend time with the boy and I go text him and he’s like, “Why? I thought you were going.” And I reply with, “Well, I canceled.” And he said, “Why?” And then said, “Would you rather I go?” And he said, “Did I say that?” and there goes the whole evening.
So there. Anyway, I’m off. I’ll prepare a mean chicken salad for our dinner and it will hopefully make me forget the mood I’m in.
Have a great weekend, everyone! Virtual hugs to all (and high fives for the guys? I find fist bumps so awkward. I never know how much force to apply and I do not know how high it should be and all that. Hahaha! And it always starts off so weirdly! Are you gonna high five me? Oh no, it’s a fist bump!)