And sometimes you get the good stuff. Take Battlestar Galactica. Excellent pop dope! I've been downloading season 3 from iTunes at a faster and faster clip, sending them over to my TV by way of some agreeable Macintosh juju, and then pigging out. I know one of the major characters dies, but not which one. My money's on that tough old geezer with the eye patch. And yes, I really think about these things. Maybe I shouldn't, I'm sure it's not cool, but I can't help it. Pop dope, baby. It gets into your brain and just simmers.
Also, the pusher sometimes gives up a little extra. More Jericho episodes, for instance. Radical!, as we used to say in the glory days of my youth, when I stood for 45 minutes in the pouring rain, waiting to buy a ticket to see Bonnie and Clyde.
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