Oh hai. So, while over the weekend and under the weather (sorry Saturday Night partying bloggers!) I officially became the last person in America to view the Sopranos series finale. I thought it was pretty excellent, frankly. And I'm not going to belabor the point. Clearly: the man got whacked.
Vaguely related: In other news of entertainments about unstoppable bleakness, my wife and I saw I Am Legend, and we continue the the gender-based divergence on liking it or not. She hated it because the dog died. I liked it, but the movie's attempt at theology - God and butterflies - was not just superfluous, but really incredibly stupid. Other than that, I thought it was great.