Am so sad I won't see that, for like, a year.
And I promise I won't post that EVERY Time.
ANYWAY-
Fact one:My fake husband has an ego bigger than Hampden.
Fact1a: If he didn't know his shit, this would be even more of a liability than it already is, "giving a fuck when it isn't his turn" and whatnot.
Comment: Zombieland?! What the fuck kind of James Frey-wannabe crap is that?(Crime-writing seems to lead some people to the sublety of blowtorches. However, having a style like James Frey doesn't make you a fake like him, right? I should know. I've been trying to establish myself as Southwest Pelecanos with tits for years, and my music collection is still inadequate.)
OTOH, it doesn't mean he's not. And maybe DS has the luxury of talking about it cause he made the break into Making Shit Up on purpose. With markets getting all consolidate-y(or Murdoched--ptui) a reporter who complains may feel that she may have few places to go, if we accept our man's contention that Institutions Are Made of Fail.
On the third hand, as somebody once said about another fake boyfriend at ESPN(What does this say about me--this continuing lust for ego monsters with baseball tickets and well-thumbed thesauri?)
"He didn't just burn bridges--he napalmed them."
But, as any crime-show fan knows, even assholes see things sometimes.
And I know I haven't seen the specific instance, but the ritual of being po-lice is one of the few things Jimmy McNulty truly respects on this planet. For a long time, it was his total reason for living. Can't imagine he'd desecrate that.
But hopefully, it'll be like "Xander lied," and y'all will want to discuss it again.And again. And blow up its corpse as a warning to others.
Journalism degree: $35,000
Using it to talk about The Best Television Show Ever:
Priceless.