I enjoyed vent spleening so much yesterday that I thought I'd come online and start writing, as I write this I have no idea where this is going. This should be fun. For me.
I suppose at some point I shall write about University and how it affected me, recount all the amusing and interesting anecdotes I have, and yes there are many. It is perhaps too epic a task to do tonight though and would actually require me to do attempt some skillful writing and not rely on familiar cheap jokes. Maybe.
The Wire is my new favorite TV show. There is little to fault with this show, it is perhaps the best television show I have ever watched, masterfully scripted and skillfully acted, it's gritty, gripping, shocking and at times genuinely moving. The show tackles the war on crime, specifically drug related crime, in the Baltimore area. What sets it apart from other shows is that the narrative is told from both the viewpoint of the police and those living in the projects. Like most shows that get broadcast on HBO, one of the key themes is no such thing as plain good and evil, black and white, there are merely shades of grey. It's important to start from the beginning and stick through the first 2 episodes as the show has multiple narrative arcs right from the get go, but stick with it and you'll soon find there's nothing better. Oh and Stringer Bell is one of the coolest characters ever to grace a television set.
I'm sure this is littered with spelling and grammar errors and I would like to have given the show a better write up but right now I don't care, I'm off to bed. I intend to lighten up and fall asleep on a cheerful note. I'm reading some book, it's told from a first person perspective and, what sets it apart is that it's narrative is told entirely through diary entires. About some girl who's gone into hiding with her family to avoid persecution and perhaps a fate worse then death.
I think her name is Anne.
Sweet dreams.
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