If I had a nickel for every time someone was all, “Oh dude. I so wish that Everybody Loves Raymond had more gothic vigilante justice,” or “I wish The Crow would spend a little more time pontificating on the burden of mother-in-laws,” I would have a shit ton of nickels.
But it looks like my cash cow has dried up. No one will be asking for either of those anymore because it exists right here. And it’s pretty terrific. Check it.