Aaron has posted his enjoyment of The Wire-- a show which I haven't seen (haven't gotten around to stealing--er, I mean bittorrenting-- it yet and it ain't on the air here in Switzerland). But today I am enjoying the fruit of David Simon's earlier labors, Homicide: Life on the Street.
I like this show a lot. It's smart, it's bleak, it's more than occasionally funny. And it's got Yaphet Kotto (who is, I believe, is the son of a Cameroon prince or something wild like that as well as being an observant Jew which is kinda cool just on its own). Ned Beatty, too. And Richard Belzer. It's an impeccable ensemble (well, until you get to the Jon Seda and Michael Michele years which, admittedly, suck ass).
Fantasy: I want to be the meat in a Kyle Secor as Tim Bayliss and Clark Johnson (tee hee, I said "Johnson") as Meldrick Lewis sandwich. Or maybe just the butter on Tim Bayliss' bread.
It's not a particularly sexy show. I'm quite afraid that me blogging here is betraying all my inclinations and kinks. I DO think John Munch is hot in a sarcastic "my face got weed whacked" way. I totally WOULD get down with Stanley "Big Man" Bolander, old and squeal-like-a-piggy-in-Deliverance as he is.
Um, is that wrong?
I would do Yaphet Kotto as well.
THAT is indubitably wrong.
Really, up until the very last season, it was all good. Very, very good. Andre Braugher as the unswerving Frank Pembleton. Hot damn. He could work a suspect over in The Box like no one else. Max Perlich as JH Brodie, the little scruffy wannabe-documentarian. Did you know that in real life Daniel Baldwin (er, when he's not on Celebrity Fit Club or dodging rehab) and Isabel Hoffman (Beau Felton and Meghan Russert, respectively) are together?
The post begins with a photo of me (yes, that's me before I evolved into the hot-as-homicide-itself uber-babe you all know and wet dream of) in front of the Homicide building on the Waterfront in Baltimore.
Now THAT's fandom.
Now THAT's fandom.
* The title is a quote from the 3rd season episode "Crosetti." Bayliss says it when he and Frank go to buy the special and expensive cookies that were Steve Crosetti's favorite. For his funeral.