Emmyaward55th1Here it comes, the big night. By midday Sunday showbiz journos will converge in tents at the Shrine Auditorium for the 59th annual Primetime Emmy Awards.

Seems like there’s been precious little pre-show buzz for the kudofest this year. Is it because it looks like a cakewalk to the top of Mount Emmy this year for the dearly departed "The Sopranos"? Is it because ratings for the show have ebbed precipitously in the past decade? Who knows. Really, the most pre-Emmy buzz I’ve heard this week is about the bash that NBC Entertainment co-chair Ben Silverman is throwing late tonight (Friday) with the help of L.A.’s premier nightclub dude Brent Bolthouse (who’s also handling DirecTV’s inaugural Emmy night party) at a rented mansion in the Hollywood Hills. The guest list and the security plans are said to be super-tight.

I’ve always had kind of a love-dread thing with the Emmys. Love because I do love the smallscreen and its players and it’s fun to see your colleagues all dressed up in their finery. (As my old boss at UPI used to say: It’s prom night for the media.) Dread because of course a big awards show means a looooong work night for showbiz reporters, especially those of us who file live on deadline and have to get everybody’s name and award category right, etc., or there’ll be snickers the next day.

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