Crumpled Notes

I just hate TV sometimes. You know that time after prime time but before the late night talk shows? Yeah, the time when nothing interesting is on but reruns of various past and present primetime shows. Now, normally, I don’t go out of my way to watch TV this late, but when I need some brain clearing time after the kids go to bed, I flip on the tube and start looking for something – anything – to watch. I can keep flipping for a while looking for something on Bravo or TLC, but unfortunately most nights, I get stuck on CSI: Miami.

CSI: Miami. I just get mesmerized once it’s on. I WANT to know who killed the bastard who cheated on his psychotic, lying wife with the psychotic, lying neighbor. I want to see what kind of high tech devise they use to figure out who did what to whom like when the sniffer smelled out air freshener on the victim and on the murderer’s cloths and therefore the pretty forensic specialists were able to make the arrest. Man. I burned smelly candles every day for weeks after that episode, just in case…

But what really chaps my hide is why do I have to fixate on a show that pivots around David Caruso? Like I haven’t seen him pause dramatically, speak slowly and give thoughtful chin down glances enough in EVERY OTHER MOVIE OR TV SHOW HE’S BEEN IN. Why can’t I get stuck on some rerun of Law and Order or Everyone Loves Raymond? It’s always David Caruso and CSI:Miami.

And before you fire off a response stating how great CSI: Miami is and how I’m underestimating David Caruso’s acting ability, just remember The 40 Year Old Virgin… “Be David Caruso in ‘Jade.’” “Ok. I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

See. Always the same…

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