Remember the good old days of television? When all it took to knock someone unconscious was to clock them in the back of the head with the butt of your gun? They’d conveniently wake up, hours later, nursing a slight headache but none the worse for wear. Shootings were relatively clean and dignified affairs, not only bloodless but bullet hole-free. And high-speed pursuits would end in horrific but ultimately negligible crashes, forcing the bruised but otherwise unharmed victims to crawl out of their wrecks and seek out alternate means of transportation. Sadly, times have changed. Now, rather than knock someone unconscious or cure their amnesia, a knock to the head will more likely kill today’s more fragile-skulled players. Shootings are fraught with more hysterics and blood than a high school production of MacBeth. And gone are the days when the A-Team could force a helicopter to crash into a mountainside and plunge fifty feet to the canyon floor below, causing the woozy bad guys to stagger out of the smoking ruins and into the hands of the waiting authorities.
Okay, granted, some shows don’t hold up quite as well as they used to. What may was once considered plausible or at least marginally entertaining can now seem… disquietingly odd in retrospect. Whether it be Steve McGarrett being hunted by the demented sniper with prosthetic hands, Starsky and Hutch going undercover as hairdressers, or Napoleon Solo dancing with a gorilla, they don’t make ’em like they used to. And I suppose maybe that’s a good thing.
Picture above is dinner: Fondy’s broiled monkfish with crispy caper butter.
Devon, who runs Metro Dogs Daycare, is a bit of a foodie and told me he’d been dying to try out Prima Taste, the Singaporean restaurant I reviewed on two previous blog entries. He dropped in one night after a hockey game, just to give the place a once-over, and was greeted by the owner. Devon mentioned that a friend of his had spoken highly of the place. “Is it Joseph?”asked the owner. Apparently, they have no idea what I look like but my reviews have given them some well-deserved notice. Nice.
Uh oh. Fondy’s surfing through the pug rescue sites. Gotta go!