Thank heaven for the Emmys -- yeah, I said it

At long last, it seems that the Emmys are worth something: South Park's "Trapped" nomination serves as chiropratic to Comedy Central's spine. The episode will be re-broadcast.

I recommend all my friends set their VCRs, simply to pre-empt another one of my personal recreations. ("And then Travolta gets in the closet with him. Hee, hee, hee. Hold on, let me catch my breath. Heeeeee. And then R. Kelly ...")

Also, I show gratitude to the Emmys, because you know I love me any excuse to listen to the SP creators talk. And even my enthusiasm pales beside my friend Katie's -- I'm sorry, I meant "Mrs. Trey Parker." She especially likes her husband speaking in public forums, because reading about him is pretty much the only thing not currently restricted, you know, legally, for her.

So I'm giving you two takes on the recent round of interviews with the Television Critics Association, because every word is precious to us:

"So first of all," Parker told the roomful of reporters, "there can't be any questions about Tom Cruise or Scientology or 'South Park.'

and

“So there are two things we can’t do on Comedy Central: show Muhammad or Tom Cruise,” Trey Parker said.