Whew. 5:20 p.m. and just finished the last episode of
The Wire. I did a midnight-5:00 a.m. shift for the first 5 episodes and then started back in around 11:00 a.m. today. Dang. If all those police and criminals can stay out all night carrying on, then I should damn well be able to sit up on my couch with a half-rack of Coke and some Doritos, fool. As people with greater critical faculties will tell you, it's one of the best shows ever. If you don't believe me,
check out Warren Hedges' Immanent Domain post on The Wire. I'd say, it's right up there with
The Golden Girls, and
Omar Little is the Wire's
Estelle Getty.
Okay, that is a fair amount of television to put down in 17 hours, but you know that's how I do. So I think I'll stagger out of my room and try to talk to a person that's not on a screen.
A beautiful, beautiful day in Ashland town. Still haven't hit my full stride, but things are going in a good direction. I can live happily with all of that, thanks for asking. Here's David Simon on The Wire in the London Times. (below) And, here's something out of the daily pile. (above)
p.s. From the "Why 42-year old men (almost 43!) shouldn't play console games" file. I got spanked by Meta Ridley (???) last night after a ludicrous 30 minutes of pushing a little button in front of a television set. If I'm going to dick around on the Wii, I should at least be able to beat up on some bosses. Spiritual poverty.
