I’ll be honest with ya, folks, a major reason for my writing tonight is because I am not pleased with how the Super Bowl ended (yes, I was rooting for the Colts) and I want to distract myself from being bummed out. That being said, I was planning on sharing this with you anyway, so I don’t feel so bad about it. If fact, this is something that happened months ago, but I just discovered it this weekend and thought it was so very brilliant.
When I heard Neil Patrick Harris was hosting last year’s Emmys, I had a feeling he was going to incorporate Dr. Horrible into it somehow. I even watch a little bit of the event live, but I’m not one to watch award shows from beginning to end, so I changed the channel fairly quickly. It wasn’t until this week that I stumbled upon this absolutely delicious clip that confirmed my original suspicions. So, what would have been an efficient and concise explanation of the vote tabulation process becomes something far more sinister, thanks to a diabolical physician that looks suspiciously like the host.
And, as always, I heart Nathan Fillion. “Enough singing, peewee! This isn’t the Tonys!”