Last night's impossibly boring Emmy Awards are finally over. I'd like to speak to the person who came up with the idea of having all of the reality show hosts take over the ringmaster duties. I would then like to slap them across the face with a tuna sandwich. The opening sequence (besides the golden cow, Oprah) was an abomination and an insult to anything remotely entertaining. Don Rickles should've hosted the show - he was the only interesting part of the night because you couldn't tell what the hell was about to come out of his mouth.

Today I'll be mourning the loss of brain cells and time wasted.