Entourage has better cliffhangers - subtle ones, small ones, but effective one - than any show except Dexter. I can't sit down and just watch 1... I have to watch the next one to know how the boys are going to deal with THAT (from the last 2 minutes).

Yeah, I always scream when the credits hit.

I have to look up who Dana is, from Universal. I love that actress, and she was really good in something else that's a memfault.

For me, it was the XF episode "First Person Shooter."

But enough about happy times! It's time for more Wire talk! Two more episodes down.

Omar can flyyyyyy. I love that he was hiding out in the goddamn janitor's closet the whole time. And I love how that information was conveyed. A slow pan...until we see that familiar shot we've been seeing the whole episode as everyone looks up in disbelief. Now he's out for blood, and, gah, I wish I weren't fucking spoiled. I hope he gets to take SOMEONE down with him. Sheeeeeeeeit.

Randy! Oh God, Randy. So sad. He's been hardened. He's less Randy than Michael is Michael, for God's sake. Gah.

Bunk is really getting to shine this season. I love his playing the moral center, and I love seeing him do some honest detective work. McNulty gets all the credit, but Bunk ain't half bad at his job either.

Random Nick Sobotka appearance! Hee!

Aw, Herc comes through. Attaboy.

Scott Templeton is such a lying sack of shit, oh my God. I didn't even think of that seafood story. IS EVERY STORY HE WRITES BULLSHIT? Jesus Christ. Except for this last one, where he actually *gasp* legitimately interviewed someone. It was sort of hilarious how he got himself wrapped up in McNulty's case, though.

And about that case. At first, it made me feel kind of icky, but now I'm just sort of...baffled and irritated. It's not even working, for Christ's sake! And now, like Bunk said, it's actually getting in the way of solving REAL murders. And it's so weird watching these guys get away with this, even though it's in the name of catching Marlo (and, for some reason, I actually half-believe them when they invoke the 22 bodies as a motivation, unlike in the second season when I didn't think they actually gave a shit about the dead women). I assume this plotline is one reason people have also named this as the weakest season. It almost feels like it doesn't belong on the show; it's a little too fantastic. But they make it feel very realistic. Yet, if you had told me that one of the plotlines on this show would be "McNulty and Lester invent a fake serial killer," I wouldn't have believed you. (Of course, I may not have believed you if you'd told me about Hamsterdam either.)

Marlo suuuuuuuucks.

(Really.)

I only have three episodes left! This saddens me.

So I'll just start with the end here, because while Kima vs. IKEA was hilarious, Kima + Goodnight Moon was...just something else. That was so lovely and wonderful and unexpected in a show like this.

The serial killer shit is just getting ridiculous at this point! It's way the fuck out of control. At least McNulty is not blind to the collateral damage his scheme has wreaked. Yet, at the same time, I can't help but be sort of glad that it FINALLY WORKED, and he's able to get the resources for actual police work. But Jesus fucking Christ, he's going to be crucified when he gets caught. Unless he can talk his way out of it like Clay motherfucking Davis (who reads "Prom-a-this Bound" by "A-seely-us"). Swear to God, that motherfucker almost had me buying his bullshit.

Omar! Just popping a cap in Savino's ass (head)! That was surprising. He promised Bunk no more bodies! Savino didn't even do anything to him! He had a code! At least Savino was in the game. If he kills a civilian, then he's completely lost it.

Ach, erika's old tag!!! I finally fucking know where "gimpy as a motherfucker" comes from.

Random Munch cameo, ha!

Oh, Bunk. Bunk Bunk Bunk.

You can say that again.

Bunk Bunk Bunk.

Ahhhhhhhh.

You happy now, bitch?

FUCKING KENARD?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

I feel like I just won another snowglobe!

Hec, I just want to say that I didn't read your whitefont and am now hilaritized by my response.

Finished the series. Writing The Post.

Hec, I just want to say that I didn't read your whitefont and am now hilaritized by my response.

You have psychic powers!

Here's a list of people whose heads need exploding:

1. Teppy's mean-boss. 2. Shrift's ex boss. 3. et al.

Also, thank goodness you're done. So I can post this:

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He was the black sheep, a permanent pariah. He asked no quarter of the bosses and none was given. He learned no lessons; he acknowledged no mistakes; he was as stubborn a Mick as ever stumbled out of the Northeast parish just to take up a patrolman's shield. He brooked no authority. He did what he wanted to do and he said what he wanted to say, and in the end he gave me the clearances. He was natural police. And I don't say that about many people, even when they're here on the felt. I don't say that often unless it happens to be true. Nat'ral po-lice. But Christ, what an asshole.

And I'm not talking about the ordinary gaping orifice that all of us possess. I mean an all-encompassing, all-consuming, out-of-proportion-to-every-other-facet-of-his-humanity chasm — if I may quote Shakespeare — "from whose bourn no traveler has ever returned." He gave us thirteen years on the line. Not enough for a pension. But enough to know that he was, despite his negligible Irish ancestry, his defects of personality, and his inconstant sobriety and hygiene, a true murder police. Jimmy, I say this seriously. If I was laying there dead on some Baltimore street corner, I'd want it to be you standing over me catchin' the case. Because brother, when you were good, you were the best we had.

Personally I'd take Lester, but you know. Also natural po-lice.