ham and cheese on wry

June 10, 2007

born under a bad sign

Can we discuss The Sopranos for a second? Okay, I was pretty certain that Phil Leotardo would get whacked. No surprise there. However, I never in my wildest dreams thought we'd see a close-up of an SUV running over his face. Oh man. I think I just made myself nauseous by recalling that memory. Suppress! Suppress!

Actually, I thought the two babies were going to eat it in a collision if the car rolled out onto the busy street so by scene's end, I guess I felt a bit of relief in between bouts of dry heaving.

Not sure what I think about the ending yet. In truth, that abrupt and silent fade-to-black made me think my digital cable was frozen and then I realized that, for once, Time Warner cable wasn't having yet another ill-timed hiccup in service. 'Twas the rolling of the credits that tipped me off that the series was, in fact, finito. 'Cause I'm smart like that.

Seriously, I'm interested to see what the response will be to the finale. But before I scour Technorati for relevant posts, methinks I'll go hurl first because :: gag :: I just got another visual of Phil's pressurized melon. Blech.

Anyone have any Tums?

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