Corwood, you arrogant taunting cocksucker.(It is way too fucking early in the fucking day to bring the Swearingen, though. Even if I am a gimp among right-wing hoopleheads. Which is a fucking trial to my very soul, as I'm sure you can appreciate, through your clever wisecracks. ) But I've got to forgive because you get the Wire love. And in actual fact, probably it won't make much sense as I've just started season 2. Just messing with you dawg...we cool, right? My friend Dre and I want Heather H. at Salon to do a cornerboy column someday. Then I can take back all the bitchy stuff I think about her column. Even if she is still no Joyce Millman.

Corwood, you arrogant taunting cocksucker

You need to catch up, NOW. On this brilliant fucking show in which sudden violence and carefully crafted intrigue (interwoven with language that would give Shakespeare a cockstand) flow like mother's milk to a suckling babe, last night's episode gave us the viewers the most insane, ballsy, provocative, breathtaking act ever seen in Deadwood (which is, as I say, truly a microcosm of humanity) in the form of one man drinking another man's whiskey. My jaw hit the floor and I said "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!" out loud before I caught myself. Any show that can demonstrate the inner workings of power struggles with such clarity and vision deserves a goddamn Nobel Prize, not the crude assfucking its corporate overlords dealt it this month.

language that would give Shakespeare a cockstand flow like mother's milk to a suckling babe

That's a gorgeous thing, right there.

::claps::

::goes off to cry that we don't currently have HBO and I am MISSING THE SHOW::

::claps::

I'd take a bow, but my paltry attempts to write Milch-speak pale next to the master's. And there's always ways to see the show, hint hint, even if they are not endorsed by the louse-bitten horsefuckers at HBO, let alone the authorities in Yankton and beyond.

even if they are not endorsed by the louse-bitten horsefuckers at HBO, let alone the authorities in Yankton and beyond

Heh. You are *really* good at Milch-speak.

I must say, Jane's history lesson about Custer had me nosing my beverage.

Yep, I'm watching the new season. Of course, I've only seen selected bits of the prior two, but I figure while I've got the interest, I may as well watch the new stuff (and catch up on the old as quickly as I can).

Frank: no kidding. That scene was freakin' awesome, and not just because it was funny as hell, but how it played perfectly into the reality of one of the most damaged people on a show about a town full of damaged people.

You are *really* good at Milch-speak

I thank you, but, seriously, some of the things that pop out of Swearingen's or Farnum's mouths are the linguistic equivalent of watching Chinese acrobats turn themselves into pretzels.

I know. Sometimes I don't understand. And when I do understand, I'm both impressed and appalled at the same exact moment.(And that brain's been on Drugs and almost died. Bad news for those egg-frying cocksuckers, huh?) Language in the Simonverse is challenging too, but he's not trying to be the Bard of Balmer.

I am trying to remember the name of a movie I saw a REALLY long time ago, which I thought was titled "Freaks", but now that I am looking for it I think not.

It was a very strange, black and white film that featured (that I could see) no plot and just footage of deformed, mentally ill, and mentally challenged people in the early part of the twentieth century. It was quite disturbing, both for the content and for the titallating sort of way it was displayed.

Am I craxy, or does this actually exist? (I don't really want to watch it again as it was quite horrible, but I was having a conversation about it and realized that I didn't remember the name)

Freaks was a famous Todd...someone movie. It was set at a carnival, and did indeed feature little people, and people with deformities.

Yup. 1932, Tod Browning. Black and white. I've only ever seen clips from it.