I can’t post tonight because I am watching the Emmy’s. I am an award show junkie. I don’t care how long, stupid, or ridiculous they are: I love the stars, the speeches, the faces of the losers. I have been writing some version of my acceptance speech since 1972.
Who do you thank?
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Betsy Lerner 
I’m just in it for the costume….I mean wardrobe malfunctions…. Hey just kidding!! My daughter loves these award shows…and she rules the tele with an iron fist in our home. I try to sit quietly and not criticise too often because I am “very annoying”.
Enjoy the show!
Betsy itz OK….im into Grammy award too.
Itz quite a show.
All I need is a bowl filled with popcorn and a glass of warm milk… And I enjoy the show.
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Thank you
You thank yourself for getting yourself this far.
I used to watch all the awards shows until the music, TV shows and movies became populated with unknowns.
I listen to New Age, watch news only( and an occasional cable channel about keeping the law or fixing up(per) a house) and haven’t taken up a seat in a movie theater in years. I do Netflix.
I am pathetic.
Who do I thank?
My genes.
Spellcheck.
Cut and paste and save.
I’m always so far behind on popular culture I don’t see half the movies that win until after they get the award.
I have to admit, I was impressed with some of the opening numbers for the Tony Awards, especially the ones performed by Neil Patrick Harris, but I only saw them on youtube.
I’d like to thank my editors, without whom I would not exist, and Kurt Vonnegut, and Mark Twain, and, and, and especially my Mom, who laughed when things were bleak, and Lola, who makes me the luckiest man alive….and her the most tolerant.
that should have been “most tolerant woman.” That’s one reason I thank my editors.
“Who do you thank?”
The usual suspects. Round ’em up. Corral’s out behind the barn. Make sure the gate’s latched before you saunter off.
Thank you to the late star who appeared in a dream after his OD. He was dressed in an outfit wove of pills, powder and slender sativa leaves of green. He smirked when I said I had never been to Joshua Tree and he advised me to go. It was a long journey from there to here tonight. Thank you.
Nestlés!!
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I think I have come full circle with this blog. I thank my lucky star, and the intelligent, compassionate people who work so hard to create the space that allows many people to be who they are in an otherwise largely slave-ish world. Then I take my list, tear it into little pieces, and eat my words.
My thank you list is too long for this space, plus, on any given day it shifts and changes. Who I thanked yesterday, I might curse today.
(What does it say about me that I watched a few minutes of this show and had no idea who most of these people are – except for Stephen Colbert, and likely a few of the other hosts)