I was looking through some archives, wondering why everyone on the show wasn’t awarded an Emmy.  I know that they got one for the makeup they did for the The Festival of Living Pictures, & rightly so.  I guess they don’t give out Emmy’s for “Hottest Diner Owner” or “Most Dorothy Parker References in Prime Time TV”, but they should, they really should.

I’ve always had a particular fondness for this episode, simply because it’s so pretty to look at.  I’m always amazed just how much they look like the paintings.  Apparently, there is an actual event in California named “The Pageant of the Masters.”  It’s in Laguna Beach, which scares me because I used to watch that precursor to The Hills & promised myself that I would never meet anyone from that show.  It’s been going on since 1932 & the ticket prices are quite reasonable.  The Pageant of the Masters is 90 minutes long & is takes place during 8 weeks every summer.  I want to go…really, really, really bad…a lot.  Maybe not this year, but hopefully soon.  All I can say is Don’t flinch, don’t flinch.

I’m a bit of an oddity.  I’m 26, almost 27, in a state where most people get married when they are like 12.  I never thought that I’d have use for this conversation, but today I did.

Lorelai: Oh my God.
Emily: Reading in front of other people is extremely rude, Lorelai.
Lorelai: Shauna Christy shot her husband.
Emily: What?
Lorelai: Shauna Christy, you remember Shauna Christy.
Emily: Yes I remember Shauna Christy, she was a lovely girl.
Lorelai: Well apparently this lovely girl came home to find her husband giving a nice little bonus package to the maid. And they say good help is hard to find.
Emily: That’s just gossip.
Lorelai: Gossip? The man was shot 35 times! He looks like a sprinkler system!
Emily: I can’t believe this. Shauna was always such a nice girl. She was bright, cultured, well-spoken.
Lorelai: And apparently a big Annie Oakley fan.
Emily: This is not funny, the woman committed a crime.
Lorelai: Okay, fine.
Emily: This is a tragedy.
Lorelai: My bad, sorry.
Emily: A man is dead, a young woman ruined.
Lorelai: Consider the subject dropped.
Emily: At least she had a husband to kill.

I was looking through old records, because I am weird that way. Specifically, I was looking at a census from a hundred years ago. This woman’s given name, I kid you not, was Kills Many Men. I burst out laughing. However, I can’t share this information with anyone here because Kills Many Men was married. That’s right, she got married before me. You really have to be sure of yourself to marry someone with a name like that.

It’s sad that I still remember that this is the anniversary of when Gilmore Girls went off the air.  I still watch the show whenever it’s on ABC Family.  I even watch it when it’s on the Soap Network, although then I think “Why the crap is this on the Soap Network?”

The really sad part is that I have all of the DVDs of the show, but whenever I see it on TV it’s still the best thing on so I tune in.  Plus, it’s comforting to know that it’s still around & other people appreciate it.  I wonder if two years is soon enough for people to start talking about a movie?  START TALKING PEOPLE!  No, I don’t have insider information, just hope.

I’ve haven’t read the book by Myla Goldberg yet.  I’ll get there someday.  I couldn’t resist watching the 2005 movie adaptation of the novel.  Mostly because it had Richard Gere in it.  I’m always fascinated that I find him attractive because if you look at him closely, he should not be good looking, but he is.  I wasn’t sure how I’d relate to this particular book because I have never been a spelling bee champion.  If they would have had some kind of Full House trivia bee, I probably would’ve won that.  Recently, spelling has become even less important to me because I have spell check.  This movie is like Richard Gere, it should be boring but it’s not.  This isn’t one of those movies where things happen or stuff blows up. It’s kind of like being in a trance.  Plus, Richard Gere is in it.