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It's Wednesday October the 11 around 8:12AM and

Making Vancouver Look Dirty: Intelligence

I actually can't believe I'm saying this, but I've added a new show to my already large portfolio of shows this fall. Strange thing is it is on the blessed mothership, The CBC. Actually you throw Rick Mercer on there and have six shot of anything and you can roll with George Stroumboulopoulos - honestly when Peter Mansbridge retires, is this the guy? Why not.

But back to Intelligence. Big season premiere last night, and it is pretty good - probably better in the 1-hour format too. Who doesn't like the drug dealer with a heart? And the fact that Jimmy Reardon is the smartest son of a bitch in the room is pretty funny - if you thought the CIA was incompetent CSIS seems pretty much out to lunch, except for Mary Spalding, the director of the Vancouver Organized Crime Unit. I'm not sure which are more deadbeatish, the dope dealers or the agents at the Crime Unit. Is it bad that I want the dope dealers to come out ahead?

Last night was a little slow to be honest, but a nice little death count of two. The indifference of the death of two dope dealers was classic. The only thing I can say without boring you with a recap of the episode which sounds like a lot of work, is that the division between the dirty Vancouver (read: The Penthouse) and the modern Vancouver (read: endless glass condos) just seems completely ridiculous. I kind of want to go all Abraham Lincoln on this, "It will become all one thing, or all the other." Please, can we stop building the same glass buildings for the love of god? But seriously, this is like a recruitment video for drug dealer and I love that about it. I want to be Jimmy Reardon, flying around Vancouver in my float plane collecting money, before heading over to my stripclub.

Let's face it, there hasn't been this much float plane or aerial footage of Vancouver awesomeness since Doctor Grant "Doc" Roberts (the awesomeness of Donnelly Rhodes) was rocking in Danger Bay with Christopher Crabb and Ocean Hellman saving otters and birds.