I was bewildered by the last five minutes of "Six Feet Under" Sunday night, a show I loved for its staggeringly sober examination of death and grief, and for the comic loopiness that sometimes comes out of that. So after sixty minutes of near-flawless television, they decide to have all the characters literally drop dead. The NY Times is kinder than I am, but man. Very jarring and silly.
Bob Costas has integrity.
I took a break from writing tonight, because I haven't in over a week. I plan to go back to the Angel Book tomorrow night.