The name Creative Arts Emmys seems redundant. Isn't TV inherently creative? We get the point—the Creative Arts is the feel-good moniker for honoring those mostly behind the scenes. Aside from token news coverage, the evening of accolades doesn't get much attention, and no primetime love beyond the E! cable channel. Except when godlessness and genitalia become involved.

The somnolent buzz for "creative arts emmys" woke up thanks to the blasphemous acceptance speech of Kathy Griffin. On stage, the ribald redhead disavowed any connection between her victory for "Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List" and certain religious figures, and then declared her newly-won Emmy a false idol.

Searchers roared with queries on "kathy griffin emmy speech" and "kathy griffin jesus." The incident also stirred memories of other estrangements, as people took a new look into the circumstances of "kathy griffin divorce." The Catholic League has condemned the speech, which will be partially censored during the E! broadcast. So far however, the redhead has escaped any smoting.

There's also been renewed interest in Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg's naughty tune about a male body part in a box. The boys seem willing and able to perform the winning ditty this Sunday, but for now it's all talk. The awards ceremony may want to consider carefully, given low ratings last year. If Three 6 Mafia can pimp the Oscars ceremony, the Emmys shouldn't look a gift horse in the, er, mouth.