The Wire is possibly the greatest show ever. People are often surprised that I enjoy such a serious show seeing as I'm not often perceived as being real solemn. (I struggled with deciding to add quotes around 'perceived' or 'real solemn', ultimately forgoing either decision. I mean, I probably spent a good 90 seconds pondering the comedic value of quotation marks.)
(And my wife wonders why the hallway isn't painted yet.)
Anyhow, what were we talking about? Oh right...The Wire, currently in it's last season, is a must watch. (Seasons 1-3, currently on sale at circuit city for under $40 a piece, not too shabby for a HBO season) What stands out to me the most is how real it is. It's been described as documentary like, or a snap shot of Baltimore city life.
To that sentiment, I'd have to agree. I mean, looking back on it, when I went on a confirmation field trip to Inner Harbor with my church, I was basically living "The Wire". No, I wasn't slinging crack on the corners, or a whistling stick up man with a sawed-off, but there was some serious tape recording going on. A few of the guys and I kept telling funny stories into a tape recorder and then would almost piss ourselves listening to the stories played back...sometimes sped up so we sounded like chipmunks, sometimes slowed down so we sounded like Emmit Smith or Keanu Reeves. (Whoa!)
SOCRATES!In closing, confirmation was bad ass.
2 comments:
Interesting to find this. You officially have NO excuse for not painting the hallway. I'll expect it to be done by the weekend.
Your loving wife.
Actually, her loving husband found time on his day off, after a sleep deprived night, to paint her beloved hallway.
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