The Emmy's are tomorrow! You know what this means… lots of yelling at the kids and rushing around so that I can sit on the couch and liveblog the debacle ALL FOR YOU.
This year, though, there are two problems to overcome:
1) This fucking swine flu
2) the Twitter conundrum
First, let's address 1. Everyone seems to be feeling much better, which is great. Possibly, we'll even have a night nurse tomorrow – even better. However, the daddy of the house has yet to fall to the Swine. Today he was feeling a little weird and I'm afraid tomorrow he'll be puny for reals. This might make it hard to live blog, because I will have to make myself useful around here, instead of just sitting like a lump on the couch, with my computer in my lap.
And as for 2, what do you think? Is Twitter the place where the real-time snark should live? I feel like it might be. But the problem here, is that one who is so
prone to writing run-on sentences verbose as I, might have trouble with the limited format.
What to do, what to do.
Better stick with the "old-fashioned" liveblogging so that I can go on and on and on. But also, don't be sad if I am late to the party. Oxygen tanks and sick spouses and nursing reports cannot be paused like TV. Alas.
I promise to make every effort, though. And because the Tamiflu makes it hard for me to think or form complete sentences, I think the effect could be quite entertaining.
Swine flu + Neil Patrick Harris + self-important Hollywood types = Win!