Emmy Boring You?

Let me be Nietzsche-like here: Television is dead.  Problem is, the corpus is still writhing and it doesn't know it's dead yet.  To wit: tonight is the "biggest night on television," with the broadcast of the self-congratulatory, log-rolling festivus known as The Emmys.  This is the multi-hour fannygrab where the stars of the small screen recognize standout work by themselves, people they like, or people they want jobs from, all in the name of entertainment.  It is all a little sad and nostalgic at the same time.  The medium--at least as we know it--must and will change.  For now, like the door-to-door encyclopedia salesmen, long-distance phone companies and the San Jose Mercury Snooze, I mean News, television is rotting out before our eyes, just another staggering minion in the Land of the Living Dead.  Sure, I still go for the talking heads on Sunday morning, but soon enough YouTube will offer full-fledged webcasting and I'll get my snooze, I mean news, elsewhere.