Choose Life

We watched a little of the Emmy Awards last night, before the finale of Deadwood started. Unfortunately, there was a typhoon going on, so we lost the picture for a while. Amy gave up on trying to catch that episode, and we TiVo’d a later showing for her viewing this evening.

So, while she finds out how things shake out with Swearengen, Hearst, et al., I’ll share the following Emmy-moment with you.

(I should note that we were watching largely out of malaise. It had been a pretty dreary weekend, and Sunday was one of those days in which I engaged in so little activity I never really got hungry. Awards shows aren’t really my thang, except for goofing on how wackily everyone dresses.

(It was pretty funny that Conan O’Brien spent the opening number of the show performing a song and dance about how his network is doomed. And that irony thing might just catch on. Anyway:)

We were watching the “Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Miniseries or Movie” category, and marveling how the first four nominees — Ellen Burstyn, Shirley Jones, Cloris Leachman (always a hoot), and Alfre Woodard — were all on the senior circuit.

“Is this the lifetime achievement award?” Amy asked.

“Can’t be, unless they all have breast cancer or abusive spou — oh, wrong Lifetime.”

Naturally, the award went to the fifth nominee, 30-year-old Kelly Macdonald, who was in a TV movie about the G8 or something. It starred Bill Nighy, who is pretty entertaining but has chosen to wear some terrible eyeglasses in his promotional pics.

“Have we seen her in anything?” Amy asked.

I thought she looked familiar. “She’s Scottish, so maybe she’s been in a Danny Boyle film,” I said.

Amy reached for the laptop to find out and, as her bio came onscreen, I announced, “Oh, I remember: she was the underaged girl who got naked on top of Ewan Macgregor in Trainspotting!”

“And that’s why I love you,” Amy said.