Jesus Christ, I hadn't even thought of that.

At this point I'm just curious to see if she could be the first to win an Emmy for every year the show was on. I mean, that happened before, but not with a seven season series.

It was guest actress. But still. I think for one season they timed her at about 30 seconds of screen time.

It's pretty random to the point where they just wanted to nominate something from the show because its name kept coming up. Same with Margo Martindale who was the only one nominated for the first three seasons of The Americans.

*Jesse Tyler Ferguson rolls his eyes while Eric Stonestreet says something gay-ish*

What? He was fucking amazing.

But hey, at least Modern Family made the list.

At least Americans gets acting nominations.

It's Miss Anne Elk to you. And do you want to hear my theory now or not?

He was great on Six Feet Under. On Dexter though he often appeared to be phoning it in. I get it, he doesn't have any emotions. Doesn't mean you have to sound like a waiter reading the specials for the 100th time today.

That season gets away with too much praise, really. The plotting was just lousy.

I think you forgot the season before that. Where random shit happened. Like Debra not arresting her brother because she didn't want to look behind that plastic curtain or something?

Jesus fucking Christ, was that a scene? Guess I'm getting old. Or maybe my memory just rightfully suppresses most of it. Anyway - have I said Jesus fucking Christ, already?

I have another theory: All brontosaurus' are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end.

He's too pretty to talk. What was he thinking? Nothing, I guess.

So, sort of like BSG? I actually like that idea a lot, but you're right - pretty sure most people wouldn't.

I'll buy that.

I actually like the Monty Python approach. Just roll the end credits as soon as the intro is done. And nobody'll ever be the wiser.

As long as it all ends with the camera pulling away to show the crew starting to clean up around George Martin, who's sitting there with A Dream of Spring in his greasy hands, a book which had been completed for ten years and he just refused to give it away to anyone.

Fuck off, you're terrific. Like that?