She's the kind of girl you'd adore, that you could make your famous cheese sandwich for

While 12 million of you are standing in line at Barnes and Noble tonight, I am home enjoying a quiet evening with a counter of dirty dishes and lots o' laundry. Now that the whole Harry Potter thing is drawing to a close, I still don't feel like I missed anything. I guess I just wasn't interested. My brother Bleys couldn't even get me to read them, and he can get me to do pretty much whatever he asks me to do. Like eating those damned Harry Potter jelly beans. Oh, but I won't drink PBR. Not for anything, no way, no how.

Anyway, before I get efficient, I thought I would wax a bit on the recent Emmy nominations.

Don't worry, you haven't accidentally tripped upon Tom O'Neil's blog. I am not going to rage against TPTB for ignoring Friday Night Lights or The Wire (neither of which I watch, so maybe I am the ideal voter for these awards). ["which I watch"? what?!] No, I am going to say how GEEKED OUT I am about the nominations for The Office!

I. Love. That. Show.

Nominations for Most Outstanding Comedy and Lead Actor (my Steve) were no surprise, but big congrats to Rainn Wilson, who we have loved and been creeped out by since Six Feet Under, and kudos to Greg Daniels and Michael Schur for their writing nods and Ken Kwapis for his directing nod. (I think there are others. I'm not a complete geek about this.)

My most happiest congrats, however, go to Jenna Fischer, whom I love love love and desperately wish was my friend in real life. There, I said it. I devour all things Jenna in the media, I frequent her page on the Space, even though I have no page of my own, and if I ever came upon a magic lamp with a genie, my wishes would be that the genie would start talking to me like Robin Williams, that like Little Cindy LooHoo I could ask George Dubya: "But why, Mr. President, why?", and that I could have a whole afternoon of shopping with Jenna Fischer. (Which is not a waste of a wish, though some Live Earth performers might argue that it is.)

I don't like to freak out about celebrities. It's embarrassing. But if I met her, I would probably embarrass myself. I think she is fabulous. I seriously want to be friends with her.

Anyway, this has to be a dream come true for her, and I am all for dreams that come true, especially when you work hard for your dream. I will so be on the edge of my seat for her on September 16.

Here's a link to the best of the bazillion Jim and Pam virals on YouTube. You won't get but a taste of her talent and total commitment to her character, but you will get a taste of how infectious she is and how well she works with all that chemistry between her and John Krasinski. But be careful because the song is so catchy that it'll stick in your head for the rest of the day. And if those last 5 seconds don't melt your heart, then you have a heart of stone like Bobblehead Joe. (I love that: Bobblehead Joe.)