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I'm wondering if anyone else on earth gets zen from Dick Wolf shows. It's Wednesday, and tonight on TV3, it is the night of Dick Wolf: Law and Order: Sport's Utility Vehicle, followed directly by Original Recipe. I look forward to this every week.
Now, I'm well aware that cop-shows part ways with reality in important procedural, legal and scientific ways. I just don't care. In fact, I think the lack of realism is GREAT. If these shows were accurate they'd never be able to tell me whodunnit and bring me the closure and resolution that the real world never does in under an hour, and really, that's all I want. I don't even care if the the perp gets off on a technicality or slips the net and is never brought to justice, as long as they solve the mystery and tie up all the loose ends in a nice little bow for me. It's like a two hour break from my brain.
I like Criminal Intent too, but we're between seasons. I have no hour of Zen on Sunday nights anymore. It pains me.
I'm quite prepared to be alone in this. As a Gimli fan.
Mmm. I'm tired and punchy. Fact is, I'm still sick and it's wearing me down, but my days are full, full, full. I'm writing and teaching and working and rehearsing a play for early September at Bats Theatre. It's quite a physical piece and I'm pretty sure rehearsals are making the glandular fever worse, but sometimes, timing sucks. It's one of those: "Look, I'll fall down when I have *time*, okay?" things. On the upside, it's fun, even if I can only do about a third of what everyone else is doing. We're re-writing my part to make it easier for me, which I'm happy about. I don't think I'm up to climbing circus ropes right now. I already fell off the trapeze.
Now, I'm well aware that cop-shows part ways with reality in important procedural, legal and scientific ways. I just don't care. In fact, I think the lack of realism is GREAT. If these shows were accurate they'd never be able to tell me whodunnit and bring me the closure and resolution that the real world never does in under an hour, and really, that's all I want. I don't even care if the the perp gets off on a technicality or slips the net and is never brought to justice, as long as they solve the mystery and tie up all the loose ends in a nice little bow for me. It's like a two hour break from my brain.
I like Criminal Intent too, but we're between seasons. I have no hour of Zen on Sunday nights anymore. It pains me.
I'm quite prepared to be alone in this. As a Gimli fan.
Mmm. I'm tired and punchy. Fact is, I'm still sick and it's wearing me down, but my days are full, full, full. I'm writing and teaching and working and rehearsing a play for early September at Bats Theatre. It's quite a physical piece and I'm pretty sure rehearsals are making the glandular fever worse, but sometimes, timing sucks. It's one of those: "Look, I'll fall down when I have *time*, okay?" things. On the upside, it's fun, even if I can only do about a third of what everyone else is doing. We're re-writing my part to make it easier for me, which I'm happy about. I don't think I'm up to climbing circus ropes right now. I already fell off the trapeze.
