First let me start by apologizing for the lack of post in recent weeks. The nation's birthday celebration coupled with four days away from work lead me down a relaxation path that I wasn't able to jump off of immediately after the dust had settled. Nevertheless I am back and ready to update the ole blog for all of the 'So...Yeah' fans on the SoT.
This return to the blogosphere comes in the form of a rant. I am here to rant about the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences and their clear lack of any form of intelligence whatsoever. I will begin my rant with one simple question posed to the Academy, "Have any of you ever watched even one episode of 'The Wire'?" The academy in its infinite wisdom has chosen, again, to overlook the greatest television show ever made by granting it 'zero' nominations.
For those of you who have never watch the HBO series 'The Wire' all I can say is, do. It has to be the greatest dramatic television series ever produced. I will forgo providing a synopsis of the series other than to say the series plot revolves around the drug trade in Baltimore, MD.
Here are what some folks in the business of writing reviews have to say about the series just to give you a perspective.
"When television history is written, little else will rival "The Wire," a series of such extraordinary depth and ambition that it is, perhaps inevitably, savored only by an appreciative few." - Brian Lowry, Vanity Fair
"HBO's morally complex, richly textured series "The Wire" is not just the best thing on TV -- it's a Homeric epic of modern America." - Heather Havrilesky, Salon.com
"HBO's masterpiece series "The Wire" sucks because after you watch it, you realize that all other shows on television are so fucking bad that you would rather stare at the sun in hopes of burning your eyes out and then for good measure dig them out with a rusty spoon so you will never, if even by accident, have to watch another cliched doctor/cop/lawyer piece of shit contrived melodrama ever again." - Me, So...Yeah http://jrworthy.blogspot.com/
The number of injustices by the academy in this case are too many to examine in one single blog entry so for the sake of keeping the flow of information on the SoT as light as possible, let's take a look at one single category, 'Outstanding Drama Series.' Below are the nominated 'shows' that the academy believe are more deserving of winning the coveted Emmy award.
Boston Legal - Wow what an original idea, a drama about lawyers. A program so original in theme how could the Academy not vote this one a winner. Since it does have Captain Kirk, Murphy Brown, and the dick from 'Pretty in Pink' it must be great. Wrong!
Grey's Anatomy - Wow what an original idea, a drama about doctors. I have never seen a show that examines the lives of doctors both at work and at home. This is the same show that fired Isiah Washington for using the word 'faggot' in a tiff with a cast member who isn't even gay. Turns out another cast member, who wasn't even in the room at the time, is gay and was utterly offended by the 'bundle of sticks' reference. This show wasn't even that good when it was on another network with even prettier people and it was called 'E.R.'
Heroes - Ok, so here is a case of an original premise for a show. Characters begin to realize that they have special powers and then they become divided by the line of good and evil in their fight to destroy/save the world. NBC seems to have a sure fire hit with this one, but let's be honest here, I don't want to delve into the personal lives of my super heroes. When filmmakers and television producers try to show us a hero's non heroic life the illusion of them being greater than us disappears (see Superman Returns.) I could go on and on about Superman's bastard child but I will refrain. This show belows on the Saturday morning lineup with a Power Rangers lead-in.
House - Wow what an original idea, a drama about doctors. I have never seen a show that examines the lives of doctors both at work and at home. Does this comment sound familiar? But wait, House is different in that he solves medical mysteries right when you think all hope is lost. Great, the fucking Perry Mason of doctors. Speaking of, when will the network brass come up with the show about the law practicing doctor that solves crimes in between making rounds? I can't wait for Esq. Ira Rosenstein MD. now that would be some shit, wouldn't it?
The Sopranos - Right there in the 'last but not least' position the god father of the nominees. No don't pardon the cliche, I don't want you too. The finale season of the show was, at best, just 'ok.' The show had so many loose ends to tie up that the entire season was disjointed and had no real flow. Thank god the show is over, I would hate to see Gandolfini get any bigger. Seriously if you watched the show and had the volume level just right, in between dialogue I swear you can hear him get fatter. While that shouldn't be a justification for the show not to win, it is mine. Badabing!
"The Wire" is better than all of these shows, period. I won't explain my reasons why I think it is better, simply because I can't. How could I ever try to tell you about it when you don't know where Wallace is at? What could I muster to explain the righteous indignation doled out by Brother Mouzone? Never having grown up in the city, what would be the best way for me to tell you about the brown bag? Quite simply this is the Cadillac of television dramas, or Lexus if you don't know any better.
All in the game.
42
Friday, 20 July 2007
Sunday, 1 July 2007
I Think I am Going to Die
Ever since I have been traveling down the path towards my asset division I have been living in the wonderful city of Washington D.C. Living in the nations capitol has opened up a new world to me and everyday I find solace in the fact that the hum-drum suburbs are quickly becoming a distant memory. Most of the time I enjoy this notion, however, today is not one of them.
Since my relocation I have discovered the wonders of public transportation. Sure I had ridden the Metro system on a daily basis to and from work but there remained another facet of the mass transit that had eluded me before I lived within the border of the city. The bus system. While I cannot say that I have become an expert of the routes and bus lines, I have come to believe that the system overall is fairly reliable. With a fair amount of certainty I can assume that the S1, S2 and S4 will take me down the long stretch of 16th St. NW towards the area where I most need to go for work. Another option available to me is the 42. The 42 begins in the neighborhood of Mt. Pleasant, drives through Adams Morgan, down Connecticut Ave towards Dupont Circle and beyond. I rarely ride far beyond Dupont Circle so I can't discuss the 'beyond' portion.
Usually riding the bus is a fairly benign experience and I am just happy to arrive safely at or near my final destination. Today, however, was completely different. I got on the 42 at its point of origin in Mt. Pleasant, score for me as I had my pick of seats. I chose the window seat on the right side of the bus immediately behind the backdoor. I take that seat whenever possible because, well, I am a backdoor man. I settled into the seat I open the newspaper to follow current events, read my horoscope, and catch up on 'Pearls Before Swine' (I just love that little pig.) As the ride progresses the bus begins to fill up with morning commuters. This morning everything was running as normal until about half way into my trip to work.
As I was reading the paper I could tell the rider behind me was getting a little close and then it happened. I felt a subtle but apparent burst of air on the back of my neck. The passenger behind me had just coughed on the back of my neck. He coughed on me! Ever heard of covering your mouth you disgusting germ factory? For some reason I couldn't muster the nerve to turn around and confront him. I mean, what kind of horrible individual open mouth coughs in this day and age let alone on public transport?
Slowly I turned my head ever so slightly to peak out of the corner of my eye and I could see that he was a little on the brown side. Now I don't ever want to be considered a racist nor a racial profiler but I think he was of some type of middle eastern decent. Could he be linked to al-Qiada? I think for sure he must.
Now I sit in my office typing away knowing that my fate is sealed. I am going to probably be the first person of hundreds, perhaps thousands to die from some sort of new biological weapon that has been introduced into the populace of D.C. via this new form of suicide bomber.
Why 42? Why? You have been so good to me, why have you forsaken me now?
As I further ponder my fate I can see the bright side of things. The first thing I would like to say before I part the here and now, "Good Bye student loan payments." I will miss, missing paying you on time.
The irony of 42,
42
Since my relocation I have discovered the wonders of public transportation. Sure I had ridden the Metro system on a daily basis to and from work but there remained another facet of the mass transit that had eluded me before I lived within the border of the city. The bus system. While I cannot say that I have become an expert of the routes and bus lines, I have come to believe that the system overall is fairly reliable. With a fair amount of certainty I can assume that the S1, S2 and S4 will take me down the long stretch of 16th St. NW towards the area where I most need to go for work. Another option available to me is the 42. The 42 begins in the neighborhood of Mt. Pleasant, drives through Adams Morgan, down Connecticut Ave towards Dupont Circle and beyond. I rarely ride far beyond Dupont Circle so I can't discuss the 'beyond' portion.
Usually riding the bus is a fairly benign experience and I am just happy to arrive safely at or near my final destination. Today, however, was completely different. I got on the 42 at its point of origin in Mt. Pleasant, score for me as I had my pick of seats. I chose the window seat on the right side of the bus immediately behind the backdoor. I take that seat whenever possible because, well, I am a backdoor man. I settled into the seat I open the newspaper to follow current events, read my horoscope, and catch up on 'Pearls Before Swine' (I just love that little pig.) As the ride progresses the bus begins to fill up with morning commuters. This morning everything was running as normal until about half way into my trip to work.
As I was reading the paper I could tell the rider behind me was getting a little close and then it happened. I felt a subtle but apparent burst of air on the back of my neck. The passenger behind me had just coughed on the back of my neck. He coughed on me! Ever heard of covering your mouth you disgusting germ factory? For some reason I couldn't muster the nerve to turn around and confront him. I mean, what kind of horrible individual open mouth coughs in this day and age let alone on public transport?
Slowly I turned my head ever so slightly to peak out of the corner of my eye and I could see that he was a little on the brown side. Now I don't ever want to be considered a racist nor a racial profiler but I think he was of some type of middle eastern decent. Could he be linked to al-Qiada? I think for sure he must.
Now I sit in my office typing away knowing that my fate is sealed. I am going to probably be the first person of hundreds, perhaps thousands to die from some sort of new biological weapon that has been introduced into the populace of D.C. via this new form of suicide bomber.
Why 42? Why? You have been so good to me, why have you forsaken me now?
As I further ponder my fate I can see the bright side of things. The first thing I would like to say before I part the here and now, "Good Bye student loan payments." I will miss, missing paying you on time.
The irony of 42,
42
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