I did get the lawn mowed yesterday, so that was good. I'm not embarrassed walking into the front door now.

We rented Sopranos, season three, volume two this weekend. I like Joe Pantoliano on this show. I like him in everything, but his character Ralph just emanates such bad vibes that I'm suprised he is still alive, particularly after his brutal beating of one of the dancers in the parking lot of the Bada Bing. I cringe every time he is on screen, even more so than I did for Richie Aprile. I also remain amazed at how completely unsympathetic they are willing to make the main characters. The scene where Tony confronts Angie Bompencero, smashing out her car windows with a bat and giving the impression he was going to kill her dog, was a good example of that. Another was when Carmella went to the hard-assed therapist who refused to hear any excuses about her complicity in the gangster lifestyle. We have to face the fact that after we finish the second half of season three, we have a year or more to wait to see any more.