Emmy Screenerlanche!


After unburying himself from the avalanche of unwanted Emmy For Your Consideration screeners that had immobilized him for four days, a Defamer reader, still weak and dehydrated from his ordeal, considerately photographed the pile which had nearly killed him and delivered the images to our inbox with the message, "Did someone really think I was going to watch all this shit?" Indeed, it's hard to believe that the people who sent along DVDs for Why I Wore Lipstick to My Mastectomy or Brotherhood actually intended that recipients watch them; instead, they were probably considerately included in mass-mailings to prime voters' disc shredders (like the one pictured after the jump) for the intense usage of Emmy nomination season.

Emmy Screenerlanche!

Emmy Screenerlanche!