Yeah...not just the profanity.

Although Simon said(reach for the sky, motherfucker. I said Simon says.) that he used to get taken out of the story on H:LOTS sometimes because they weren't allowed to cuss like detectives.(I had that as a tag for a while, a quote by him to the effect that "No detective I know could tell that story without swearing at least eight times.")

Just watched The Wire 4.4. God bless HBO On Demand and my kindly friends who have it.

I just finished watching Deadwood Ep8: Suffer the Little Children. GUH! Nothing has quite creeped me out or made me as uncomfortable as Cy's killing Kristin Bell and her brother, since probably Reservoir Dogs. Seriously nervewracking and harrowing scene. The tension was almost unbearable.

And the episode was one of the funniest so far. I also really liked the parrallells and contrasts between Cy's scene with Joanie, in which she begs him to either kill her or let her go, and Al's utterly wordless scene with Trixie. This show has a lot of fantastic wordless moments. Music can be as much about the music you don't play as it is the music you do, and these players play their rests with as much precision as they do their notes.

I just watched the first season of The Wire in 3 days.

Damn, it's admirable.

I admire how panoramic and inclusive it is. I admire its responsible revulsion in the face of violence. And I admire that while it's savvy to the workings of powers, the storytelling never bends to bitterness, the characters are never cynically portrayed nor is there even a touch of nihilism in the way the situations presented.

I suppose it's a consequence of really immersing myself in the show that other things that have passed through my mind are viewed in the light of it. I read about Aaron Sorkin and his romantic fantasies seem more lousy. I read some Annie Proulx and her beatings with the depression stick seem more ham-handed. I watch some Battlestar Galactica and its ADD is even more apparent. Over the last few days, everything is being seen through my why-can't-you-be-more-like-The-Wire? glasses.

So, yeah, it mightn't be the best show I've ever seen but it's definitely the least foolish.

Three days? Wow, that's hard core. (looking at Corwood) Ok, who gets this toaster, bunk? My favorite Presidential metaphor is in 1.1. I compare the Shrub to Snot Boogie a lot. (that was, presumably, unintended by Mr. Simon, but I think he'd be amused.) "Ok, so you knew he was gonna steal because he does it all the time. Why did you let him play anyway?"

"Got to. This America."

everything is being seen through my why-can't-you-be-more-like-The-Wire? glasses.

Be careful with those glasses. When you compare all else to the pinnacle, the rest naturally suffers.

This show has a lot of fantastic wordless moments. Music can be as much about the music you don't play as it is the music you do, and these players play their rests with as much precision as they do their notes.

That is so true. Deadwood does the wordless exchange better than most, and it's almost always a pleasure.

Ok, who gets this toaster, bunk?

That's up to up to the one who appears to be a spring, but is really not.

check it...cable Hamsterdam's first jurisdiction problem. Historical moment...maybe I'll get some more canned peaches. My mother and I talked about you yesterday, Corwood. King of the Hill brought to mind some little thing about your environs. I said "My friend(Your Real Name) says this or that." And she's like(Real name) sounds like a Mormon name....is he?
"Not sure, but he introduced me to Deadwood."

She said "Then he left the temple behind some time ago."

"If we're ever at a Buffista gathering and I scream out either "Swergin" or "You cocksucker," I want you to be prepared. That'll be him. I don't want you to think I do that all the time."

Three days? Wow, that's hard core.

Well, I was ill. And, well, it was fun. Which is another thing I admire about it: the story is led by its own casual rhythms but the casual rhythms are led by a constantly whirring plot, so even though everything is quite unhurried, you never feel like you’re not moving forward. The balance between plot and characters and portraiture of a inner city was just my speed.

Be careful with those glasses. When you compare all else to the pinnacle, the rest naturally suffers.

I’m careful like that; I mean, I’m no big fan of Sorkin, Proulx or BSG. Or, in Sorkin’s case, any kind of fan. I have to say I’ve been charmed with the telly and films I’ve gotten to see lately. Making up for all the cruddy plays, I guess.

Ok, who gets this toaster, bunk?

Really, were I to be fair, no-one would get a toaster but plenty would get filaments and plastic tubing. You and Corwood definitely did some heavy lifting though. So, thanks for that.

I hear Prop Joe can turn filaments and plastic tubing into a toaster in a few hours.

And she's like(Real name) sounds like a Mormon name....is he?

Raised Southern Baptist and named-by-proxy (being a Jr.) after 1950s Alabama basketball coach Hayden Riley, who was a friend of my granddad's. Got no idea about his religious bent, but there aren't a whole lot of Mormons in Alabama.

I don't want you to think I do that all the time.

You don't do that all the time?