Last night was the premier episode of the final season's of HBO's "The Sopranos", and if that episode was any indication of what we're in for this year, it's going to be one hell of a wild ride! If you haven't seen it yet and are intending to, LEAVE RIGHT NOW because I'm going to ruin it for you if you read on. So go ahead and read someone else's blog. Go ahead, git.

Now I was still preparing a wonderful baked ziti (from the Soprano Family cookbook, thank you very much) for the Roommate and I so I missed the majority of the opening montage, you know, the film clips presentation that gives you a hint at what happened in the last two years or so since the series was last on; the writers let the family and "family" continue on with their lives even though we weren't there watching. I'm going to have to go back and revisit that opening again. Hello? Janice had a kid? Not exactly mother material there if you ask me, but what the heck. And the scene with Camellia and Adriana grabbed my attention, isn't that bitch dead (meaning: her career because of the stint on Joey)???? It was interesting how the writers reacquainted us with these characters we haven't seen in a fucking LONG ASS time, which consisted of a lot of characters asking other characters "You lose weight?" and the like. And that scene where the mobster off's himself in garage (which the Roommate so totally pegged just moments before) was a tad long and gruesome (and the pissing himself at the end? Could have done without that but I guess it was kind of a nice touch in hind sight). Poor Uncle Junior has completely lost his marbles---Tony needs to watch out for the early warning signs of dementia since he's evidently gonna get the crazy gene from BOTH sides of the family (remember Olivia was a nut case just before she kicked it). Another thing Tony needs to watch out for is a bullet to the gut, but that's a whole different worry. And Johnny Sack's wife----can she gain any more weight? The Roommate thinks it's a fat suit, because seriously, how can someone get that big?

So, I'm extremely excited about the other 11 episodes coming up immediately and the final 8 early next year (I heard on NPR that there will be a break in between, just to drag it out I guess). Now if we could only get Six Feet Under back, I'd be a happy camper.

Oh, and Big Love looks promising. I missed the first 20 minutes because I forgot it was going to be on, but I'm going to go back and rewatch that one too. If you haven't already, check it out.