For the next month or so I will be on a total blogging break. I have assembled a group of the best writers in the blogosphere. Some are showing different, sides of themselves.
Duke Dawg Doug taught me everything that I know about commenting and some other big blogosphere rules. He claims that I have taught him. This has of course sparked a serious debate between one of the blogosphere’s most loquacious people and its biggest advocate of two line posts.
Somebody asked me if he is a real person or a product of our collective conscience. Honestly, I don’t know.
This here site is Courting Destiny and among many diverse topics (see categories, left sidebar) we talk television. I always feel left out, though, because I don’t watch broadcast television but rarely and have never seen the shows Pia writes about. But it’s my turn here and I watch Deadwood. &*$% right, I do, @^$&!
Let me go boldly on record. Deadwood was the greatest TV show ever. The writers wove profanity into poetry and amorality into Nichomachean ethics. While I was disappointed that Ambrose Bierce, who spent six months in the area, never was cast and the last episode a necessary step back from the brink, I’ll credit the team behind it with a show that was engaging in iambic pentameter from the first episode to the last.
Now the rant: after watching The Sopranos for the last three seasons out of nothing but loyalty and Six Feet Under for two but under protest, I feel entitled to the superior show lasting it’s mere 4-seasons. I’ll try to be philosophical about it. It’s what Wild Bill Hickock would have done. That and call on aces and eights.