The Primetime Emmy Awards are coming up this weekend. I’ll watch, but I am wearied of these pageants.
I get a little tired of humanity spending so much of its time trying to figure out what and/or whom all the best nouns are. There are lists in every magazine and newspaper, countdown-style specials on TV, and arguments on websites every damned day about which is the best whatever. But really, who cares?
I often have trouble falling asleep. This is mostly due to the fact that my mind, usually no help whatsoever during the day, decides -- a la Peter Frampton -- to Come Alive! at night. It pokes and pokes at me, saying hey, whaddya wanna think about now, huh? Wanna think about stuff? Let’s think about stuff, okay?
The other night, my mind started singing My Favorite Things, from The Sound of Music.
I am told that in our brave new world, in order to be successful, I must become a brand. I must think like a brand, identify my brand, build my brand, nurture my brand, and then exploit my brand. And somehow this will get me an acting job.