I love film. I love television. I love drama, comedy, horror, tragedy and everything in between. I love big-budget Hollywood action films and tiny indie films about the human condition. I love nail-biting dramas that keep you guessing from week to week and sit-com slices of Americana where everything is wrapped up in 22 minutes. I love it all.

Recently, Empire Magazine came out with a list of the 50 greatest TV shows of all time. Addicted as I am to lists of any kind, I immediately pored through the list with abandon, desperate to see someone else’s opinion and, of course, immediately judge it and pick apart its faults. I was disappointed to discover that the list was pretty good.

The writers’ strike is over. I’m overjoyed, I suppose. But the effects of the strike will be felt for months, if not years. And since it may take that long to really know who won, I’m going to reserve my judgment, and therefore my commentary, on the issue.