maybe Clay Davis, for being entertaining to watch

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeyiiit.

Fave line from last night's Deadwood, as delivered by Jane:

And you're looking at the ass of a drunken shitbird!

Aw. Hell no. Except I can't type how many syllables a Clay Davis "Hell, no" actually takes. Many. But you can almost understand how his rap works. Almost. I'm enjoying watching that actor develop as his part gets bigger.

"Shitbird" isn't an epithet I've heard much in real life, but it excels as such on Deadwood and The Wire.

Except I can't type how many syllables a Clay Davis "Hell, no" actually takes.

There's a line in one of Li'l Sphere's Dr. Seuss books that first describes what thunder sounds like, then describes what lightning sounds like. Clay Davis's "Hell, no" sounds like lightning.

"Blue" too.(I'm hearing it in Franz's Midwestern voice, right now, and it's...just not completely unexpected, is all.) I expect it has a special place in Milch's heart.ETA: cool description, Corwood. Actually, Davis probably started out quite a guy, once. Just very much a product of the old-school, smoky backroom kind of politics.

Weeds is in trouble. They need to be about something, pretty damn fast.

I suspect I'm going to find it far more together on the rewatch, when I can sit down with the whole season at once. Right now they seem to be bouncing from mini-plot to mini-plot, and while a lot of that is hilarious and interesting, it isn't really cohesive. But since I watch the show mostly for Andy (who is like so many friends I had but didn't know why I had them until they turned on the charm) and how Mary Louise Parker's hair is going to look each week, I don't really have a high bar.

Regarding Calamity Jane: we watched a lot of AMC when I was a kid, and Doris Day's portrayl of Calamity Jane has always been definitive for me. Yes, she was largely a caricature in that as well, but there was something in the way she played it, something about the eyes that showed she wanted something *more* than what she had there. Granted, the entire movie was essentially a plot to convinve tomboys to be nice little housewives, which the me of now recognizes. But she didn't brook any shit, you know? She was aggressive about what she wanted, and she wasn't an asshole. She just didn't have pretense. And so yes, okay, the real Calamity Jane was a drunkard and so was everyone else; hell, if I had to live in those circumstances, I would be too. But it lacks any enjoyment for me to watch a character, real or no, that represented something greater to me when I was a kid be portrayed as a dimwitted moron with no capacity for greater love and emotion than a puppy dog.

Doris Day's portrayl of Calamity Jane has always been definitive for me.

Ah! Yes, that would do it. A Doris Day Jane is about as far away from Deadwood's Jane as you can get. I'm sure I have similar examples of that sort of thing, but I can't think of any in my current, bleary, not quite awake yet state.

And, you know, I watched it again when Gale Harold came on, because I have such love for my former Brian Kinney, but it just. Didn't grab me. Which is kind of sad, because usually I am right there with the shows people love at the time, but I just could never put it together right for Deadwood, I guess. That happened with Lost, too. I couldn't be arsed to watch it after, like, episode four.

a dimwitted moron with no capacity for greater love and emotion than a puppy dog.

Oh, this kills me. I don't think you saw Robin Weigart's portrayal of Jane in anything close to the same light I did.

I don't think you saw Robin Weigart's portrayal of Jane in anything close to the same light I did.

seriously.