Aug 01 2007
Author: Jack Finney
ISBN: none DDC:813.54
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In shirt-sleeves, the way I generally worked, I sat sketching a bar of soap taped to an upper corner of my drawing board.
Aug 01 2007
Guess what? My voice is back, yay! Not totally, I’m still a little hoarse[1] but I can talk. Celebrate good times etc.
Also the new Estella’s Revenge is out, off you pop to take a peak.
I’m about halfway through the second season of The Wire and it is sooo worth watching. Everyone says so, but more importantly, I say so. But if you don’t believe me[2] then here are 9 reasons why you are wrong, and I am right. Just look at all those As. So, with a helpful nudge, I’m directing you to check out The Wire.
On the face of it, it’s a show about police and drug dealers in contemporary Baltimore - but that’s a woefully simplistic description. Stick with it, and by the time you get to season four you’ll realise that when co-creator David Simon describes it as a “treatise on the death of America”, it’s not empty hyperbole. By some margin, this is the most ambitious, complex drama serial ever created.
Course I haven’t gotten to season 4 yet. But I will. In one way I want to watch them all straight through[3] but I’ve learned my lesson from Firefly, patience can bring rewards. Honestly. Not racing through them means that they’ll last longer and I’ll have new episodes to look forward to for longer. I’ve heard that season 5 will be the last. So I only have three seasons left to go.
