Returning to the subject of TV habits

Last night, we went out to dinner. En route home, we made a kamikaze grocery run, decided who would feed the dogs, and debated whether or not The Wire started at 9:00 or 10:00. (We had been unable to get wireless for Larry’s XO, so we couldn’t check in the restaurant, and as previously mentioned we don’t know when anything airs.) We were home by about quarter of nine and established that the show started at 9:00.

So we set the tivo, futzed around, and half an hour later went downstairs to start watching.

So no, this post is not an extended swoon about how The Wire is—was—the best-written show on television. Though it was, and unlike so many other shows that have been contenders or held the title for a couple seasons (Sopranos, West Wing, Babylon 5), the quality was consistently high throughout the run. This last season wasn’t as strong as the fourth season, but really, that’s a remarkably high bar, and the show shouldn’t be penalized for merely being excellent rather than mind-blowingly excellent.

(Okay, I guess there was a bit of swoonage.)

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