Bodymore, Murderland

Excellent timing, this.

I say that because my hometown paper, The Baltimore Sun, is the focus of the final season of HBO's The Wire, which premieres tonight at 9pm. And so I must take advantage of the synchronicity and use this opportunity to bludgeon all of you with my love for this show, which is fairly epic. Devotees of The Wire feel me in this, I'm sure.

Without overstating the matter (I swear!), it is perhaps the finest television show ever made -- complex and finely wrought, with characters so fully realized you feel as though they truly are real people. The Wire's stories of the post-industrial city and its inhabitants are always multi-dimensional and multi-faceted, expressing hard truths about our society -- and about humanity, broadly -- that don't have simple answers or neat conclusions. I deeply admire everything about the show, and hope this year will see it get it's due in the form of many shiny statuettes (hint, hint, Hollywood types).

You should so totally be watching, if you aren't already. I'd come over to your place and bring my DVDs of the first couple of seasons to convince you if I could, believe me.

/end obnoxious evangelizing. Go in peace, my bruthas and sistahs.

PS: I love this man. (Sorry, I couldn't resist a parting shot.)