A Slight Change in Format

Well, all that crazy Rathergate traffic is going away.

That being the case, I've decided to change this site into the site I always imagined it could be-- and would be.

The political stuff is interesting enough, I guess, if you're into that sort of thing. And all the little sarcastic remarks I do after news stories-- eh, occasionally amusing, but it's not where my heart is.

And where is my heart, you wonder?

Well, my heart is precisely where I left it, back in 1984-- back with a pair of hip, hot pastel-wearing detectives named Sonny Crocket and Rico Tubbs. Yes, I'm talking about Miami Vice, and if you've had the almost-erotic pleasure of watching this MTV-noir gem, you know I'm not exaggerating one iota when I proclaim the series to be the most perfect piece of drama captured on film in all of recorded human history.

It's not so much a detective series as a life's thesis, a sublime philosphical inquiry into the nature of man, of celebrity, and of absolutely rocking the house down with great songs by the AWESOME Phil Collins and even AWESOMER dude from The Eagles.

It's the politics of contraband,
it's the smugg-ler's blues...

For the rest of this blog's existence*, I will endeavor to be primarily a repository of all things Vice, including of course the spectacular Don Johnson rock album Heartbeat.

And, yeah, here and there I'll post about politics.

I hope you share my passion for Miami Vice, and I hope that, even if you don't, you'll take this cinematic, cybernetic journey with me just the same.

And I hope you'll swing with me to this rockin' Jan Hammer instrumental.

* Or at least I'll continue with this schtick until I become bored with the premise, which, quite frankly, I already half am.

Look, I barely remember this stupid fucking show. I sort of liked it when I saw it, but, for crying out loud, I was a kid. I didn't know any better. I thought fucking Vans were just too fucking cool. And I only think I watched like three episodes, before Edward James Olmos showed up with the fucking ninja sword, fucking everything up with his somber inertia.

This is one of those ideas that sounds really fucking funny to you when you've had one or eight Miller Lights. You know, like that whole "Smitty" fiasco. We'll see how it works out in the light of day.

posted by Ace at 03:00 AM

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