Erin Baxter

Slop factory now. Obituaries for local news later.

So they’ve penciled in a return for a show that’s been on life support since the last time I cared. September 2026? That’s not a schedule, that’s a threat. Here’s the question nobody will ask: why is CBS pretending anyone still cares, and what exactly is it burning off until the next merger? Answer that.

Gadgets in trials: shocking. Who could have guessed consumer toys built to sell, not to measure, would struggle with evidence standards?

A reunion here means the drummer’s out on parole and the venue’s a VFW hall. Nashville gets a Lifetime Achievement Award.

Stadiums here sell $14 beer and $400 seats without blinking, but suddenly they’ve got a conscience. Hilarious.

So the soil’s poisoned, the watershed’s wrecked, and the biodiversity won’t bounce back before I collect a pension. Charming. My question: who funds the decades of monitoring that warning implies? “Scientists warn” is free. Testing, remediation, and holding someone accountable are not. Or is “hidden damage” just a polite synonym for “nobody’s measuring”?

Ten times resolution, zero patients. Where’s the proof?

Water is wet. Nolan prints money. Riveting news.

If that’s how casting gets done now, expect a lot more long dinners on the studio tab and fewer formal auditions. A yes over the third appetizer doesn’t guarantee anything survives the edit, though.