Oh please. I am not above writing puff pieces for promotional purposes, but there is more to life than millennium era Caucasian augmentation, where these men need endowments to have three times the output of Morrison on the mike coked up and raw. Diversity and maturity elude the CW at a conceptual level. Glossy, chic, know your lines. I doubt Ironside's producers can maintain the pace and keep it real, but at least NBC is in the ballpark of our post 9/11 reverberations with broken vessels.
Look to cable?
Gladly, but digital can only achieve so much within the time constraints of multiple organ failure, and I have limited streaming access. Orphan Black in my prime queue, with ten seasons of classic cuckoo switch to bone up on. House of Cards isn't applicable for the most part, and for the money, even if I had it for expendable vanity, Netflix is a neuron killer. DVD library just more of our unquenchable need for lists.
When our species supplanter sneaks up on us, we won't realize it. My old street in Ridley Park is beginning to feel like a damn idyll it never was.
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