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Living in denial
Jun. 25th, 2007 09:15 amI made the mistake of starting ep 11 of Deadwood last night at 11:30 p.m.
I finished up the last of Deadwood around 1 a.m. I had to pause the eps a few times to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, stop crying--you know, the uzh.
So instead of focusing on any of that, because maybe I should watch those two eps again one last time to make sure I didn't miss anything, I give the end of Brooklyn South!
True, in quality, it was not comparable to Deadwood. David Milch grew in ambition and un-Bochoness between Brooklyn South and Deadwood. But one area where Brooklyn South is triumphant? The Chest Hair Triangle of Doom aka The Sternum Bush. Obsoive:
Dickie Santoro! I've always loved you, but now my feelings are rather complicated!
Aah. That's better.
( Good night, sweet soapy NYPD princes )
I'll miss this show. Deadwood is a different story. One not easily explained with sternum bush.
Sigh.
Anyway, I saw a baby duck paddling around the corporate pond today, yards and yards away from his mom and siblings. He reminded me of my brother, who used to hide out in the tires during recess in Kindergarten to stay out past the bell. Baby ducks!
I finished up the last of Deadwood around 1 a.m. I had to pause the eps a few times to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, stop crying--you know, the uzh.
So instead of focusing on any of that, because maybe I should watch those two eps again one last time to make sure I didn't miss anything, I give the end of Brooklyn South!
True, in quality, it was not comparable to Deadwood. David Milch grew in ambition and un-Bochoness between Brooklyn South and Deadwood. But one area where Brooklyn South is triumphant? The Chest Hair Triangle of Doom aka The Sternum Bush. Obsoive:
Dickie Santoro! I've always loved you, but now my feelings are rather complicated!
Aah. That's better.
( Good night, sweet soapy NYPD princes )
I'll miss this show. Deadwood is a different story. One not easily explained with sternum bush.
Sigh.
Anyway, I saw a baby duck paddling around the corporate pond today, yards and yards away from his mom and siblings. He reminded me of my brother, who used to hide out in the tires during recess in Kindergarten to stay out past the bell. Baby ducks!
