So, it's done.

I finally watched the finale of "Oz". Anticlimatic. Perhaps I've read too many spoilers. But most likely, I just didn't recognize the characters anymore. Who were the men I watched on screen tonight? They felt like a bunch of strangers, they acted like strangers. Were those the same people I suffered with through six seasons? 56 episodes? Almost 56 hours of my life? More, in fact, since I watched part of the episodes several times? I sure as hell couldn't see the reason why.

Damn Tom Fontana for fucking up a wonderful series and turning it into a mere parody of itself.

I. Just. Don't. Care. Anymore.

I think I'm glad most of the main players are dead now. I even wished Beecher had died, too, then it would really have been good riddance for bad bullshit.

How the heck did we go from love to insanity? How did "dying for you" turn into "dying just to spite you"? Well, that teaches us viewers never to care too deeply for a series. Because in the end, we'll just -- how did Toby phrase it? "get fucked up the ass."

Right.