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Monday, June 11, 2007 The Sopranos: afterwards Complete media blackout endedThat was tough going. A whole day without any web but for Cycling News and the weather forecast. I figured they would be safe from letting slip with any Sopranos finale spoilers. Now to find out what others thought of the finale. Oh, the soirée was good to. Big screen, Italian beer and Italian nibbles. Salut! Update: It was worth the sacrifice. The information supehighway (blimey, that's an old term) equivalent of sticking your hands over your ears and going "lalalala". Big mouths strike again. Nah! Missed me. Labels: television Saturday, June 09, 2007 The Sopranos  The final ever episode of, hyperbole alert, the greatest TV series ever besides possibly Heimat, The Sopranos goes out in the United States tomorrow night. Here in the UK, Channel Four haven't even begun showing us the first of the final 9 episodes that make up the second part of the seventh series. Times have changed however. Domestic broadcasters are in a way superfluous these days. Once something has gone out somewhere it's viewable anywhere. Hence, at work though a full fifty percent of our compliment have been right up to date with Tony Soprano's multiple family woes. Each new episode brings ever more excitable squeals of "Woah! Did you see it last night? What about so and so? Or the bit when this happened!! So, what do you think will happen? Maybe the asbestos will do for 'T' what tax did for Al Capone?" And so on. It's not just that we can't wait until whenever Channel Four get their act in gear, although we can't, it's that we'd be bound to learn the fates of the characters from the papers or T'internet. The Sun very kindly printed a shot of Mike and Susan getting married in Desperate Housewives while she was still dithering over that comedy English chap. Thanks a bunch Sun. So the chances of not finding out about the climax of The Sopranos? Next to nill I'd say. It'll take will power and a complete avoidance of newspapers and blogs on Monday to avoid it I'd have thought. But at least that's a challenge within reason. Six months would be impossible. So Monday evening, the three of us will be turning the office into a screening room. One is bringing his projector, another the holy show itself and I'm in charge of the Italian snacks. Ideally I'd like to send out for cold cuts from Satriali's but alas... Via Marginal Revolution, "Betting Against Tony? Fuhgeddaboudit." in the WaPo and "Sopranos Predictions" from Ezra Klein. See, interesting now - unless you've not seen any of the last segment in which case avoid lest you find out whose been whacked - but an equivalent post facto post on Monday would be deadly. Three wise mother f-ing monkeys we've got to be. Labels: television Monday, June 04, 2007 The Olympics Logo Never mind the fluorescent blow job, this is what they should have had:Labels: Olympics, television |
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