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THE END

I am amused at the reactions to the end of The Sopranos.

At least they got Paris Hilton off the front page.

I have never seen this show.

I have read about it from time to time.

As far as I can tell, all the writing is by faithful watchers and their appreciations seem, to me, a wee bit self absorbed.

What, after all, do most of us have to say about a bunch of thugs loose on the world killing and mauling and betraying each other.

Now the non-end end.

50/50 on whether people like it or not.

Today in the LAT other television writers are interviewed.

Normal people having run out of their opinions.

I briefly considered renting all 86 tapes or however many there are but I had to remind myself that would mean looking at the Gandolfini's ugly puss for, whoa, how many hours?

Best to let it rest.

Broadcast television and I have a treaty. I won't bother them if they don't bother me.

One of the terms of the charter is that I never, ever, watch a 'show'.

I will keep my side of the bargain.

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