The Wire

Okay, it’s official. We are total Wire addicts. Joyce has been telling me for years I should watch it, then Reba and Darcy joined the team and were all over it. I’m late to the party, but I am totally ready to par-tay down now.

And I highly recommend getting it from iTunes… the whole first season for $25.87, less than you can rent it from the places you rent DVDs from.

Quite fucking frankly, it is the most fucking amazing fucking tv show ever fucking made. I fuck you not… (they use this word a lot, so I’m using it way more than ever, can’t seem to get it out of my head)

We watched the last three episodes back to back until midnight last night. Couldn’t stop. I totally fucking love this shit…

Trying to figure out why I find it so appealing. Well, first of all, it must be said that the writing and acting are off the hook. And then there’s this: I am a person that totally hearts ambiguity. I guess because I find so much about life to be that way. This show is all about ambiguity for me. Nobody is totally evil or totally good. What appears to be is usually not. The best intentions very often lead straight to no results. Which is just how it is in real life sometimes.

The characters are complicated, you can find something to love and loathe in almost everyone.

And god does my heart ache for the life we offer up to those coming up in neighborhoods like this. How on earth anyone can survive and succeed against these odds is beyond the pale.

And I find myself having a really hard time not believing those who suggest that drugs are a conspiracy to take out neighborhoods and people so they won’t be much trouble outside the hood. I think the whole war on drugs things is totally fucked up, and if we wanted to make drugs not a problem, we could and would do just that. It’s all about following the money. Way too many people in positions of power are benefitting from the drug culture.

Kind of like the war machine. Follow the money IS what it’s all about.

At Cape Disappointment

We’re sitting at our little dining room table in Toaster Moon at Cape Disappointment. Am I disappointed that it’s misty and wet this morning? Not a bit. It’s cozy in where we are.

Our only concern this morning is that Poppi seems to be hurting, kinda like she did before she had surgery for a herniated disk. We have her lying on cushions in front of a window where she can see out. We HOPE it’s not another disk gone bad… but we decided to forgo the romp on the beach this morning in hopes she feels better later. When she hurts, we hurt, we love our little stuffed animal so much.

Pippi is up to her usual verging-on-pancreatitis-diarrhea, we have a knack for this shit…

Ric is happy cuz he is organizin’! He brought his label making machine and is busy making labels for his new tool organizing system in his new truck.

Yeah, he has a new truck. It’s a Sprinter and it is ginormous. It’s at Performance Mobility right now getting the lift installed. We’re using his old truck to tow Toaster Moon on this vacation, but next time we’ll be in the Sprinter (and we do hope it is up to the towing task.)

He’ll be selling his old truck, the sooner the better so he won’t have two truck payments… yay for craigslist!

Somehow I survived the last couple of weeks and now I need some serious R&R. So does Ric… he’ll be 60 this coming Saturday! Wow! That’s fairly amazing. And a few days later, we have our 7th wedding anniversary. This August we’ll have been together for 11 years. Time flies when you’re havin’ fun, I guess.

So we don’t care if it rains this week, cuz we brought the whole first season of The Wire! And a bunch of other movies… and I brought all the New Yorkers and Atlantics I’m so behind on, plus the book group book, plus some sewing, and of course my laptop so I can catch up on my lil ole blog. So rain your heart out. We be ready!
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