awardable

I'm just waiting until it's time to go to the Billy, so, rather than eating cold pizza, maybe I'll write something. Not homework, though. Why bother with homework?

I'm actually watching the replay of the Quill Book Awards show on NBC (it's on a holiday weekend Sunday, so you know it's high priority) and managed to catch Stephen Colbert presenting the Humour award. It went to Amy Sedaris. I love her so much. This was just good timing because the rest of it looks sort of dull. But librarians are involved in the process, which gives it some sort of legitimacy in my mind, though I'm not sure why because librarians also stock libraries with unlimited copies of Danielle Steel.

Actually, it was a pretty interesting line-up of presenters. Brooke Shields! Sarah Ferguson – Duchess of York! Joan Allen! Lorraine Bracco! Dan Rather! Rocco DiSpirito! It's a repeat telecast, so I guess I shouldn't be that excited. I wonder if it was such a hit the first time that they had to replay it.

At least the people are all dressed pretty nicely. All very tasteful and elegant. Not like the romance writers. I had to look at one of the recent Romantic Times magazines for work (I SWEAR it was for work) and they had pictures from an awards show they had. Imagine a whole audience of women wearing corsets (some who probably shouldn't have) with a bunch of muscley men (who make a living posing for romance novel covers) vying for the Mr. Romantic title. Uh... it was frightening. But I bet those women are a lot of fun. My goal of making a lucrative living as a romance writer could be more interesting than I thought.

My friend jokingly showed me a recent Ellora's Cave novel, but I made him pay for that joke by signing it out and making him read from it. Nobody teases me about erotica and gets away with it.