It is Awards Season again — or as I like to think of it, that special time of year when Mike once again finds out he is way out of touch.
The World Wide Interweb Thingie is alive with chatter about who is going to win which statuette at what show — Oscar, Emmy, Tony, Golden Globes, Grammy, Granny, Silver Sow, Copper Cob, Dean Martin Roast or Hee-Haw Salute. It’s a long list. I might have missed a couple.
During these months when celebritroids start handing awards to one another, I find myself completely baffled by the reactions. Not theirs. I mean regular people’s.