Nevermind the actual awards.  Am I going to have a red carpet extravaganza to look forward to?    Will there be a kaliedescopic parade of couture gowns sashaying into my living room anytime soon? (If you wear the 3D glasses, it really does seem as if they are walking into your living room).

The pre-awards show fashion circus is the real reason I watch the shows, and I'm preemptively depressed at the thought that there may not be a circus this year. 

How are the weekly magazines supposed to cope, without being able to post the comparative color-palette photo montage? 

 Are we going to miss another potentially stunning entrance like this?

 Where else am I supposed to get my Helen Mirren-fix? (LOVE her)

There won't be any photos of Jennifer Lopez with a fab hairdo, that I can spend hours in front of the mirror, knee deep in bobby pins and hairspray, attempting to duplicate.

 And Evangeline Lilly is typically the sole motivating factor in getting me on the treadmill.

 Although, to be honest, if I never see another stiff, tension-filled photo of this pair, I'd be okay.

 The Golden Globes are supposed to be fun!  Festive, shiny and happy!  And broadcast, for my viewing pleasure.

(Ed note: will continue to blame production studios, for not complying with writers' demands.  No Golden Globes AND still no new episodes of "The Office"?  You're killing me.)