Forgot our stun gun

This may sound like a dumb question, but here goes: Who's the genius who shows up to the Emmys with an air rifle in his car?

Not saying that we didn't kind of enjoy watching that show of force from the L.A.P.D. this afternoon when we were trying to get to the Nokia to do our measly little jobs. But we'd really like to strangle that insightful someone who caused The Situation.

It made us so late we had to run. We got sweaty. Hair falling, makeup melting. Not pretty, people!

But now there's the refrigerated press room to crystalize our sweat and start the bone chilling that might've happened anyway because of our piss-poor prediction rate.

We're going in search of coffee and more of those mini-molten things.