Good Morning, Worm, Your Honor
By Seth Freilich | Posted Under Videos | Comments (18)
So the last few months at my Day Job have been a shitshow. Suffice it to say, the lawyerly shows and movies leave many realities of “going to trial” out, first and foremost of which is the relentlessness of it all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many post-midnight e-mails or next-day bleary redeyes in my life, and I’ve regularly hung out with programmers, stoners and physicists (which are not necessarily, of course, mutually exclusive groups). One of the results of the unforgiving trial schedule is that I’ve had to thin out some of the TV shows I’m watching. So a lot of the crap I would’ve stuck with in years past for no other reason than “just ‘cause” has long since been hucked to the curb (I’m looking at you, “The Event” and “No Ordinary Family”).
There are also shows that, in a different time, I probably would’ve tried out but which I’ve selectively chosen, instead, to completely ignore. “Law & Order: UK” is one of those shows. Sure, I love the British TV, and Jamie Bamber still carries some residual “BSG” love. But, after all, how much “Law & Order” can a human actually watch in one lifetime? Not to mention the fact that coming home to watch a show with lawyers is, for me, kinda like a Denny’s line cook coming home to a plate of Moons Over My Hammy (except for the fact that that would be awesome)? But now, I think I’m going to have to give the show a try because of this excellent BBC America video:
Actually, because of the above video and because I had no idea that Freema Agyeman was in it. Say what you will about Martha Jones (one of the Tenth Doctor’s companions), Freema is mighty purty. And she has a kickass name. So yeah, now that things have lightened up a bit for me, I think I’m going to have to check this out on the ol’ telly while enjoying some crumpets.
And kudos to BBC America for having a sense of humor.
(As a final aside, I don’t know about you, but I can’t take any more of Dustin’s creepy whatever-the-fuck-they-are libido experiments. I’ll be seeing Messer Rowles in just a few days and will try to diagnose and cure whatever mental illness he’s obviously succumbed to. If it’s the overwhelming snow of Maine, however, I may have already failed, since Sundance ain’t exactly known for being beach weather in January. But I’ll do my best people, I’ll do my best.)
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Posted by: Xiufetish at January 17, 2011 10:50 AM
Knackers = testicles (not pants), which makes more sense in the context of cutting them off, spray painting them gold and using them as baubles, as suggested.
I would strongly advise against asking a bloke where he got his lovely knackers.