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Modern storytelling has a massive problem. At this point we are more than 100 years into motion pictures and a couple decades away from that mark in television. In the venn diagram of those two mediums is a second plane; there have been three, maybe four generations of audiences who have consumed this artform and its cliches, and we know where too many plot, character, and narrative tracks are leading. I’m flipping tired of it. Netflix recently released a British set spy show called Black Doves. It’s getting a rather heavy push online and apparently people are digging it. I thought I was part of that crowd until halfway into episode four. Turns out, Black Doves is just another spycraft show where spies can get do anything in full daylight, survive any trap, and ultimately discover the world is a web of counter spies and somehow shadowy figures that pull the strings. I thought this bird had its feathers plucked bare 15 years ago, but apparently no. If you can snag a top shelf talent, ha...

  I love music . I love listening to it, writing it, playing it, performing it, noodling around on any instrument I can make sound interesting, and pretty much any other means of experiencing it. The problem with performing it is finding a group of friends or peers with similar tastes and available time to rehearse. At the moment, my problem is the latter. Full transparency, I wasn't literally kicked out of a band. Last September, I jammed with some old friends with the intent of making it a regular thing. Problem is I don't have time to make weekly band rehearsal a regular thing. I have two young kids and my intention is to be as active in their lives as their mother. So, while feeling guilty for the last 9 months that I never returned to jam, the day finally came where my absence was rightfully filled. Maybe I should have quit but the allure of being in a band is the healthiest drug I can imagine. Waffle Mouse (one of the many names the guys are considering, but haven't ...