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Slept late, then went out to eat, stopped off at the market to pick up salad fixings and a prepaid card for the garbage bill. Since coming home, I've futzed around on Duolingo. I'm retaking all the units on which I did not earn a perfect score and repeating them until I do. This is a frustrating strategy when you have to repeat the same unit nine times, but it's immensely satisfying to earn that shiny lingot, dammit.
I'm still watching Almost Human for the Karl Urban pretty and the easy, natural rapport between him and Michael Ealy, who is adorable as Dorian, but the plots are thin and as clumsily-constructed as a preschooler's papier-mache Mr. Potato head, with plot points jammed haphazardly into its lopsided, lumpy facade, while googly eyes roll and jiggle with dazed idiocy. In the most recent episode, Maldonado tells us that the Bends is a dangerous, new drug that has hit the streets in recent months, but she doesn't tell us why it's dangerous or what it does. She just sweeps in shortly after the narrative introduction of the drug to tell us that dozen of people have been carted to the hospital with overdoses and five have died. Well, okay. But this is future San Francisco and its swollen population, not Muncie, Indiana or Bogwater, Alabama. Five deaths by drug overdose should hardly prove surprising.
Later in the episode, Detective Stahl, who is really just a glorified dispatch officer and stats monkey, tells us that the Bishop, the EVIL mastermind behind this nefarious new drug, has burned through fourteen cooks in two years. Uh, I'm no Charlie Eppes, but two years>two months, and if this drug is so new, then how does the resident asshole detective know that no cook has ever made a batch purer than seventy percent? You would have to get your hands on several batches of the drug to determine that(and anyway, that's bunkum, because the batch the undercover cop brought to the warehouse was eighty-four percent pure).
I remember Karl Urban gushing over the supposed cleverness and freshness of the scripts, but I'm beginning to question his judgment. All I see is the same tired bullshit dressed in shiny, futuristic trappings. Episodes should not feel like baby's first fic, long on potential but far, far short on execution. I wanted to like it, because hey, a hot gimp on TV, but it's sloppy and lackluster, and I don't see it lasting more than this season.
I'm still watching Almost Human for the Karl Urban pretty and the easy, natural rapport between him and Michael Ealy, who is adorable as Dorian, but the plots are thin and as clumsily-constructed as a preschooler's papier-mache Mr. Potato head, with plot points jammed haphazardly into its lopsided, lumpy facade, while googly eyes roll and jiggle with dazed idiocy. In the most recent episode, Maldonado tells us that the Bends is a dangerous, new drug that has hit the streets in recent months, but she doesn't tell us why it's dangerous or what it does. She just sweeps in shortly after the narrative introduction of the drug to tell us that dozen of people have been carted to the hospital with overdoses and five have died. Well, okay. But this is future San Francisco and its swollen population, not Muncie, Indiana or Bogwater, Alabama. Five deaths by drug overdose should hardly prove surprising.
Later in the episode, Detective Stahl, who is really just a glorified dispatch officer and stats monkey, tells us that the Bishop, the EVIL mastermind behind this nefarious new drug, has burned through fourteen cooks in two years. Uh, I'm no Charlie Eppes, but two years>two months, and if this drug is so new, then how does the resident asshole detective know that no cook has ever made a batch purer than seventy percent? You would have to get your hands on several batches of the drug to determine that(and anyway, that's bunkum, because the batch the undercover cop brought to the warehouse was eighty-four percent pure).
I remember Karl Urban gushing over the supposed cleverness and freshness of the scripts, but I'm beginning to question his judgment. All I see is the same tired bullshit dressed in shiny, futuristic trappings. Episodes should not feel like baby's first fic, long on potential but far, far short on execution. I wanted to like it, because hey, a hot gimp on TV, but it's sloppy and lackluster, and I don't see it lasting more than this season.
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