I support them because of Jim, Pam and Dwight Schrute, three people we’ve all either fallen in love or worked with at some point in our lives.

I support them because of Coach Taylor and Tami, the most realistic television couple in recent memory.

I support them because two men spent a summer together in the mountains of Wyoming, fell in love, and forever changed the social landscape of modern film.

I support them because of the Fisher clan, and their delightfully dysfunctional family squabbles at the funeral home. And because that series finale was beautifully written, one of my favorites of all time.

I support them because of Mulder and Scully, without whom my entire pop culture world and outlook would be vastly different, and far less exciting. And, truth be told, without whom I may never have met the love of my life.

I support them because Ray Kinsella built a baseball field on his farm, and because Crash Davis believed in long, slow, deep, soft wet kisses that last three days.

I support them because of Tobias Funke and his never-nude syndrome.

I support them because of Jenny Schecter, the only character on television that I have disliked for 5 consecutive seasons yet continue to watch. I support them because they haven’t caved from years of fan pressure and given up on her.

I support them because a 29-year old woman just received a Best Original Screenplay nomination for her very first film, which she wrote while sitting in a suburban Target.

I support them because of Al Swearengen, who makes Tony Soprano seem like a sweetheart.

I support them because once a week, I crash land on a mysterious island for an hour, and continue to talk about the other survivors for the next six days like they are personal friends.

I support the writers because they are the ones who have created this amazing melange of characters, some of whom I relate to, and some of whom I escape through.

I have also posted Predictions & Theories for Season 4.

The only other Best Actress nominee that I’ve seen is Ellen Page, and as much as I just love her and Juno, the statuette belongs to Cotillard.

This afternoon we saw There Will Be Blood, and it only furthered my belief that Daniel Day-Lewis is quite possibly the most talented actor of his generation or mine. This is quite a movie, an epic, a potential classic; dark, desolate and dusty but very compelling. I am both baffled and very impressed that Paul Thomas Anderson directed Boogie Nights and Magnolia before this saga, not to mention the disaster that was Punch Drunk Love.

In the Best Actor category, Viggo was just okay, Clooney was good, and I’m sure that Depp and Tommy Lee Jones were both great as well, but Day-Lewis was absolutely mesmerizing and should be the clear winner.