90s nostalgia

We just finished a Netflix rental of a mid-90s TV series that, unfortunately, only ran six episodes: Profit. Richard III was the inspiration -- a villain that worms his way to the top, talking to the audience and making us complicit. I can see why it got low ratings because it's not a fun happy place. Very good, and darkly funny, but not something that most of America would have been willing to watch on the networks then. Now, it would succeed brilliantly on cable. Like, say, Breaking Bad. Oh well. I thought it was highly worth a rental.

What I'm reading: Christopher Moore, Bite Me - worth it alone for the vampire parrots of Telegraph Hill.