Yeah, the comedy supporting category is garbage, but WE all know that Jane Krakowskis (SERIOUSLY HOW DID SHE NOT GET NOMINATED?!), Eliza Coupes, Elisha Cuthberts, Aubrey Plazas, Lucy Punches, Julie Whites, and so forth exist. Why that category of all categories is so messed up is beyond me, but alas.

Sorry. I'm just so accustomed to histrionic, blinkered praise of New Girl around here these days that my devil's advocate instincts took over…

From what I've read, there was likely barely a script for this. Supposedly about 10 minutes of dialogue total.

…for what? Neither was given material anywhere near good enough to make their performances award-worthy.

Neither Dunham nor Girls should win anything for that season.

I can fathom why he would, but not why ParPose wouldn't.

These nominations more or less confirm for me that most of TV's best performances right now are from women. So many terrific female roles out there with terrific performers in them.

And James Cromwell is pulling for your mossy bank.

Critical favour might help renewal chances! Is what I'm going to murmur repeatedly to myself while I listen to Istanbul (Not Constantinople) while rocking back and forth!

New Girl and The Middle over 30 Rock is baffling. In this scenario I'm pretending Big Bang doesn't exist.

It's kinda the same as nominating Laura Dern but not Enlightened.

Bunhead Bailey Buntain bumped by Big Bang belles.

I'm excited about the Louie nominations, but as great as they were, I can't fathom why Melissa Leo and David Lynch would get a nomination here over Parker Posey. Because, I mean, honestly.

Is the preview online anywhere yet? I can't find any and want to be privy to its apparent portentousness.

Welcome to being a naive teenager.

This show was so excellent from start to finish. The scenes in the prison have been so well-written; they could've easily fallen into cliché or felt a bit silly (as Don Draper's flashbacks sometimes do), but they were so well-handled and beautiful. Poor Kerwin, Johnny Ray Gill's performance was fantastic throughout…

I'd push my mother into an active volcano to get a shot at Ryan Gosling, but it doesn't mean I'm so busy jerking off when he's on screen that I can't pay attention to his acting or the films he's in. Get a grip.

Yeah, but Boxer ends even slower, if anything, given that Pink Rabbits and Humiliation are more uptempo than Racing Like a Pro or Gospel. I'm just sayin', don't write them off, it's natural tendency to fall for songs at the start of an album first at the expense for the ones at the end.

1. Boxer
2. Trouble Will Find Me
3. Alligator
4. Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers
5. High Violet
6. The National

It's just hit winter in Australia and I have this album to keep me warm. It's great.