Current activity: hate-watching CSI in a bout of good media starvation.

It's actually kinda fun. It's SO PATRONIZING. They talk down to their audience so hard, via people with scientific educations who would absolutely never be having these conversations with each other. It's "AS YOU KNOW, SARAH JANE..." to the tenth power.

I've also called about 3-4 of their "shocking twist endings" by, you know, reading the damn paper now and then. Like the episode whose "twist" was a rebirthing therapy that had gone awry. Even though they said the deceased had been in therapy for an attachment disorder in the first five minutes of the episode. And he died by being smothered by a blanket. Because that was ALL OVER THE NEWS.

I'm still working up the nerve to watch the "yes we seriously believed furries could fuckpile in latex-lined fursuits and not die of heatstroke because what the fuck is research" episode.

Oh, and now I'm pretty sure the urban legend that the writers were in a secret competition with the other crime shows to see who could pass the worst technobabble past their boomer idiot bosses is 100% true.