I noticed an error in your broadcasting today. Your ever-perky DJ claimed that the song about to be played was a combined effort from Nelly and Tim McGraw, but sadly, all I heard was the sound of pigs being slaughtered. You might want to check on that.
Dear C.S.I. writers/production team:
Can we please work it into the contracts that Gary Dourdan (Warrick) must be shirtless for at least one scene per episode?
Failing that, can the next inevitable spinoff be CSI: Lab Rats and focus on the wacky hijinks of Greg and Archie? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?
If nothing else, please give us more of Grissom geeking out and confusing the living hell out of everyone else. It is what he does best. And it is adorable.
You know, I rather like the U2 song "Vertigo". But I cannot help being annoyed about the counting at the beginning - "Uno, dos, tres, catorce". One, two, three, fourteen. It sounds silly in either language.
We finally have fall weather. To give those of you who live in cooler climates some idea of what utter WIMPS we Houstonians are*, it was 70 degrees Fahrenheit today, with wind (that'd be 21.1 Celsius). 70. And everyone I passed on campus was muttering about how cold it was.
Nicole has taken to singing instead of speaking roughly half the time. This walks the fine line between being really really really irritating, and mind-bogglingly hilarious.
*With the exception of neonid, who is never cold, ever. Damn him and his warmth.