Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Dream Wever

The Missus and I spent a portion of our Sunday evening watching a bit of television.  Not watching anything in particular mind you but simply surfing around the dial.  I had thought - erroneously as it turns out - that the Giants game this past Sunday started at 8:00 PM.  Judging by the final score, it appears as if the boys from Mara Tech had the same thought.  When you make the Carolina Panthers look like the Canton Bulldogs it is time to seriously rethink your life choices.  The good news is that for all Giants season-ticket holders who were worried about having to spend February's first Sunday night shivering at Met Life Stadium root, root, rooting for the home team in the Super Bowl, no need to worry.  A suggestion to the PR folks at Dunkin' Donuts:  Stop running the round-the-clock "The Giants Run on Dunkin'" spots with Eli Manning.  Truth be told, the Giants cannot run on anyone, anywhere at any time. 

I digress.

We are not great movie-goers, the Missus and me.  I could be wrong about this but to my recollection the last movie we saw in the theater was "The Descendants" with George Clooney.  Since we do not go to the movies much, we never watch the Academy Awards.  On the other hand, since there are a number of shows we watch regularly (although not necessarily together.  I love "The Newsroom" whereas Margaret is not a fan) we usually catch at least a bit of the Emmy Awards.  I, personally, have never watched a single frame of "Nurse Jackie" on Showtime.  That being said, Merritt Wever is an actress whose work I know - not simply from the 147,000 different guest spots she did on the several imprints of the "Law & Order" franchise or her extraordinary work in "Michael Clayton" - but also because she plays Elizabeth (one of the two loves of Schmidt's life) on "New Girl".  She captured her first-ever Emmy on Sunday night as the Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy for her work on "Nurse Jackie".  Her acceptance speech was, well, remarkable:

Somewhere, someplace Sunday night George Costanza watched - and smiled.  For years he preached the importance of leaving on a high note.  Merritt Wever did just that.  And then some.


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