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I'm still plowing manfully through NYPD Blue S1. Fortunately for my beleaguered eyeballs, there has yet to be a reappearance of Caruso's Flobberwormesque complexion or his pasty bum, though they continue to bludgeon me with his smothering, pathological "romance" with Janice. So much of the show is so excellent--the characterizations, the diversity of the cast, the decision to pull victims from all walks of life, the acknowledgement that not all victims are perfect, and that many of them are denied justice by a justice system skewed to protect the rights of the accused, the often uncomfortable yet unflinching portrayals of racism, sexism, and ableism--but it's given short shrift so that Caruso/Kelly can be the Big Damn Hero and the moral hub through which all other plotlines must pass. I'm going to shake my asymmetrical ass in with the unbridled glee of Gollum being reunited with his Precious when they give his character the boot early in S2. Caruso drifting from the show on the overinflated balloon of his gargantuan ego was the best thing that ever happened to this show.
I finished Martin Luther: The Christian Between God and Death by Richard Marinus. It started off well, but like most academics, he bludgeoned his central theme into paste and leached it of what vitality it once possessed, and by the end, I despised Luther and wanted Marinus to just stop typing.
Luckily for me, it's done and returned to the library, and I never have to cast a jaundiced eye upon it again. Now I can happily devote my attention to a pair of murder mysteries and a horror novel about ancient, mutant spiders that have awakened from their long slumber and crawled from the dark bowels of the earth to wreak chaos and destruction.
I finished Martin Luther: The Christian Between God and Death by Richard Marinus. It started off well, but like most academics, he bludgeoned his central theme into paste and leached it of what vitality it once possessed, and by the end, I despised Luther and wanted Marinus to just stop typing.
Luckily for me, it's done and returned to the library, and I never have to cast a jaundiced eye upon it again. Now I can happily devote my attention to a pair of murder mysteries and a horror novel about ancient, mutant spiders that have awakened from their long slumber and crawled from the dark bowels of the earth to wreak chaos and destruction.