I am a klutz, and it is genetic. My dad once threw a small anchor from his fishing boat…and it landed in his leg. Oops.

But all is well. My back doc ordered a new x-ray, and I was relieved to find out that I didn’t re-herniate or fracture anything. I just feel like…someone who fell down the stairs. Good times!

But I love voting in my particular neighborhood. Without going into personal detail, I will illustrate why I feel like a blue hitchhiker on the wrong side of the red tracks.

This is what the list of names in my precinct looked like (I had time to sneak a peek as they checked me in):

For more information, visit UnitedHollywood or Deadline Hollywood Daily.

When this happens, not only will the Oscars go on as planned, but production on new episodes of our favorite shows will commence once again.

Click here to watch Sarah Silverman and Damon in one of funniest videos I’ve seen in a long time. Don’t open it at work, or just turn down the volume if you do.

Silverman has been dating Jimmy Kimmel for several years now, and Damon and Kimmel have an animated, jovial history together. If you’re interested in the back story, just go to YouTube and type in both names. But now I must switch over and post more Lost theories on the other blog.

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.