Grid Effect

I either tore or strained both quadriceps playing fucking softball, I’m still working on billing and I got about three hours of sleep last night. Not to be too self-indulgent, but I don’t see this post exceeding 300 words. I’m throwing a stamp on this thing and mailing this in.

Given how they left the finale, we knew that Friday Night Lights was going to be forced to reinvent itself, should it be fortunate enough to come back for a fourth season. Well, they were, and as it turns out, nothing is going to look or feel familiar. If you’ve ever read any of my recaps then you know that I despise yet understand the series’ continuity issues with characters that were recognized as seniors in the first season still attending high school in the third (the worst of which being Lyla sleeping with a LA business man when she was 15 or so), so for what it’s worth, we’re fine with these changes, as they’re overdue.

Thanks for the bouts with depression, Piper.

Piper Perabo — best known for her role in the only movie I ever walked out on and initiating the eventual breakup with my then girlfriend — is getting her own series on USA. Is this failing upward? Probably not in Hollywood but at least she has a steady paycheck. I’m certain she was absolutely low-balled for the movie referenced above, that of which I dare not speak its name.

Ricky Gervais decided to go out on a limb and state that American television was superior to British television. But he says their version of Entourage is comparatively “poor”, something I just refuse to believe. Still, his claims have merit. Our entertainment industry dwarfs there’s, like if you took two football players from each country and had them stand next to each other,  but I’m certain some of his die-hard fans back home are none too pleased. The hooliganism is going to be treacherous, I’m sure.

And finally, Neil Patrick Harris is in talks to host the Emmys. I’ve never really “gotten” NPH, outside of the cameo in the Harold and Kumar movie that served as a springboard to his resurgence, I don’t really think I’ve ever been too enamored with him. Of course, I don’t watch How I Met Your Mother, so this is probably my problem more so than anyone else’s. Despite my trepidation about him, Harris beats the shit out of an army of reality TV hosts, which is what I believe they did last year. They might as well have just ditched the hosts and had the teleprompter facing the audience.

Hey, 446 words, we’re calling this a day. Back tomorrow with something.