Um...I don't want to write an actual entry because there is wine to be drunk and insults to be shouted at the screen (Brian No One Watches Breaking Bad Cranston over Jon I am God's Gift To Women Hamm? What the hell? The Emmy voters must be all male. AND JEALOUS.), but you can read all of my thoughts (no, really, all of them) at my twitter.
So...go do that.
Or not. But please do. Because I crave your affection.