Dick Wolf’s oeuvre
When I look back on my life and think that there are so many things I could have been doing in my thirties such as having kids and, um, scrapbooking, I suspect the following post will serve as a piquant example of how I frittered away my time. Now I’m wondering if an example can be piquant. If it were an example of salsa, certainly, however what if it’s an example of time frittering? A spicy, bold example?
But as I was saying: Am I the only one who vastly prefers Law and Order: Special Victim’s Unit to the regular Law and Order or God forbid that Vincent D’Onofrio version which I can’t stomach at all but is always playing on Jet Blue flights. I mean is there a channel that exclusively airs the Vincent D’Onofio Law and Order because I think Jet Blue subscribes to that satellite service. And then there’s Law and Order: Trial by Jury which don’t even get me started on because I haven’t seen it. But basically if it doesn’t involve Olivia shuddering over live victims and befriending children in a way which I know is supposed to strike us as compassionate but often comes off as creepy, and Stabler needing get a hold of yourself, Elliott, I don’t want to watch it. Goddamnit what is the name of that other one? The forensics one? I need to fly cross country so I can find out.
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perfect just like mommy
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Hugh
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Rbastid
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Brett Jones



