After the debacle of the previous preview (it gave away a moment with major HSQ), I'm avoiding the new one for the time being.

Thanks, GC. I wouldn't rank "The L Word" as being as good as the other shows in this thread, but there are interesting characters that get you sucked in. And, of course, everyone is always pretty. Sometimes the dialogue *hurts*, though.

The always-hilarious Stuff White People Like on The Wire: [link]

(and read the rest of the blog while you're there)

Heh.

Virtually every white person you meet was a nerd in a high school-it it is how they were able to get into a good arts program and law school. As such, their memories of high school are painful, but not tragic since they were able to eventually find success in the real world. Exploiting this information is your one way to ticket into the heart of a white person.

Your first priority must be to steer the conversation to the topic of high school, which is not very difficult. If you are talking about music, mention the music you think they would have liked in high school and how you were taunted for liking those bands. If you cannot properly gauge the type of music a white person liked in high school, you should always say that you were really into The Cure. All white people know that liking The Cure in high school is an invitation to be tortured by the cool kids. This will bring about instant sympathy and respect.

Tivo Alert: our listing for the last episode of the Wire is 1 hr. 35 mins.

That may include some kind of after show interview/encomium/montage or something but just be aware of it.

That may include some kind of after show interview/encomium/montage or something but just be aware of it.

No, the episode is that long.

And that fucking good. What a send off.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid

But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey

Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare the well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

aww, thanks Corwood!

You know I didn't realize until I read it in the paper last week that the cop bar is actually a little punk rock bar where we've played a million times. [link]

I'm still so overwhelmed by last night's love letter to my fucked up city.