Don't fucking call me Al!

I've entered a new phase in my life, the one in which all things -- sleeping, eating, working out, going to the day job, reading, various preparations for Kid Gleemonex's imminent arrival, watching the Yanks breathing down Boston's neck (4 GB, bitches!), seeing the sun set over the Pacific -- ALL things are merely ways to pass the time until I can watch Deadwood again.

Halfway through the second season, now, and dreading the day the fuckin well runs dry ...