The monkey is unpredictable - you never know when he's going to demand intercourse

For some reason I decided to watch the Dirty Harry series and it was largely a good decision as some of them are good action films - especially Magnum Force's inventive chases - though my main takeaway was the fantastic Lalo Schifrin scores, even if they were a diminishing returns kind of thing as synth music became more permissible between 1972 and 1988 and the snazzy, jazzy, dirty guitar riffs phased out to be replaced with an array of other contemporary sounds.
Also decided to start watching Rizzoli & Isles, which was a terrible decision.  Stupid, hateful, and often sadistic, it's the kind of show a 13 year-old would create if they found themselves in a writer's room by accident and decided to roll with it like that Guy who wandered into the wrong interview on the BBC that time, only that was fun and didn't leave you hating the world and yourself in that order like Rizzoli & Isles does.  The show also describes the theory that criminal behavior is genetic as "scientific", so there's that, too.

If you don't jump on top of this, I'm breaking out my birthday money and making it rain

Now I remember why I hate drawing Batman.

Nowt much doing at the moment.  Been on a detective tv show binge as I burn my way through Magnum PI's fifth season, Psych (which I am convinced has been carbon-copied by the BBC's Sherlock), Longmire, some episodes of Dirk Gently that had been languishing on my PS3 awaiting my clearing them off so I could install Lollipop Chainsaw, and Australia's Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, which is an adaptation of the novel series and a timely reminder why we have internet piracy.
The latter is a pretty decent adaptation of the novels, though it's been years since I've read Cocaine Blues so I'm not sure if main character Phryne was always quite so Sue-ish, but her Great War backstory remains largely intact, which I thought brave as it ultimately paints her in a less flattering light down the line if they follow through with showing all of it, particularly her PTSD years in Paris.  Worth a gander if you like your period detective yarns with a bit of sexual enlightenment, but if not it's a gun-toting flapper in 1930s Australia solving murders and shagging anything that moves, what's not to like about that premise?