Last night I watched the next-t0-last episode of the third season of The Wire, and I was SHOCKED that [BLANK] was [BLANKED] by [BLANK] and [BLANK], and then I was pissed because I had to go to a show instead of watching the last episode of the season because OMG WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?!
I rarely get so addicted and affected by television (the only show to really blow me away like this was Big Love), but The Wire is completely masterful and as good as everyone says it is. I'm honestly trying to decide if, after viewing the fourth season (which I bet I can finish in the next week or two), it would be worth switching my cable and Internet provider to Comcast so that I can catch up on the fifth season, which is OnDemand, in time for the series finale. Because I know someone is going to ruin it for me if I don't catch it when the episode premiers.
Honestly, this is the biggest stress-inducing decision in my life right now.
3 comments:
I don't love a lot of TV but I am a total evangelist about my love for The Wire. I just finished season four and now I have that satisfied-yet-sad feeling you get when you finish a really good book or a delicious burrito.
NEED MORE OMAR. WITH HOT SAUCE.
OBAMA LOVES OMAR, TOO. MAYBE I SHOULD SUPPORT HIM BECAUSE OF THAT.
You and X-tina should trade apartments with Katie and myself for a week. Or take a day off work and watch them all on demand. Don't worry though... I'll totally pro-rate the cable bill for you.
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