The local emmys was this past saturday. Just so you people know, local emmys are about as important to me as winning something from the claw machine at your local arcade. I won't go into the exact process, but it's suffice to say the judging process is a bit off. (you PAY to submit your work, and if your nominated, you (again) PAY to attend the awards dinner. And since the local academy of the arts WANTS the MONEY, a lot of people are nominated...

Thanks to my mentors, I learned about the scam that is the local emmys early on and have always refused to participate. The only reason I'd ever really want one is just so I can give it to my mom so she can be happy (she has no idea what tv producers do...). Ok.

Back to the story.

So the local emmys was this saturday and I had produced quite a few pieces that was nominated. I hadn't put my name on the submitions because 1) I don't think any of the stories really worth a damn (see previous entry on Thanksgiving) But.

This one "talent" had submited a story I produced without telling me about it - and he won. Good for him. This story was an exclusive interview with the head of the national Aryan Nation. (don't worry, we reflected how ridiculous they looked...) However, the story was good because this aryan nations dude never allowed tv interviews and the only reason he did was because I (an asian dude) managed to fool him with my jodie fosterisque southern accent and convinced him to do it. Plus since this is Fox, he'd thought we'd be more sympathetic to their cause (yeah, smart dude huh.)

So, what I'm saying is that this "talent" only fucking won his special emmy because I managed to get the interview and set up the entire thing. And not only did he NOT tell me about submiting (on the chance that I might have wanted to participate), this is what happened today:

Me: "Hey bruce, congrats on the emmy!"

Bruce: "Um, yeah thanks."

And walked away.

I dunno. Perhaps it was the 5 hours of Soprano marathon last night talking, but I think I deserved some sort of a tribute. The fucker clearly disrespected me.

I oughta have him wacked.

I mean, am I wrong for demanding a proper tribute here? Just because (comparatively) I'm a lot younger most people who hold my job doesn't mean that I should be dissed like this. Ever since I got transferred here to help raise this place's ratings I've been faced with old has-beens' resentful attitude. I can't tell you how many times I have to hear, "I've been in this business 25 years...(blah blah blah.)" Perhaps I should ask my friend Mr. Soprano to go over to fucker's house with a baseball bat and educate him on the subject of respect. Sumthin'.

I am Jack's burning hemorrhoids.