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.

Oh, and honestly, it's just plain fun rooting against the "good guys." The amount of casual bullying they get away with towards ordinary working-class folks and professionals is ridiculous, and it's obviously they fully expect us to be cheering for them to "tell it like it is."

I'm gonna have to watch like four full seasons of Reno 911! to get the stink of this show out of my fur. (And don't you dare try to tell me Reno 911 is copaganda. NOBODY is rooting for those guys.

Okay, *maybe* for Jonesy. :p )

For example, one of Our Heroes to his coworker, investigating a murder in a high school:

"Which one were you in high school? A jock or a brain?"

Me: "I'm pretty sure I dissected a fetal you in AP Bio, actually."

Gil Grissom, giving advice to two forensic specialists trying to destink themselves after leaving the morgue: "Lemons. Use lemons."

Me: "Ah, mais oui! Le jambon, c'est meilleur avec les citrons!"