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There's a new Supernatural tonight, but I'm not sure I'll be able to watch since thunderstorms are expected during late afternoon and evening. If not, I've got books to read, including two CSI:Miami tie-ins by Donn Cortez, who is, by far, the best of the CSI franchise writers. If only he'd been tapped to write the CSI:NY novels, too.
Part X of Danse Macabre is rolling, and even better, I finally got around my mental block on September When It Comes. Greg can leave the couch now. As soon as Part X is finished, that is.
I watched "Cool Hunter" on Spike. God, I love Flack's interrogation scene with the junkie doctor. Eddie Cahill once commented in a TalkCSI interview that Flack can sometimes get on his high horse, and that was a perfect example. His contempt was obvious, and he wore an expression akin to that of the Church Lady from SNL the whole time. The "Can I get you anything? Some chicken soup, maybe?" and the subsequent "Ha! I showed him" swagger put it over the top, and the best part is, I don't think the facial expression or the swagger were conscious affectations. He's gold. Gold, I tell you.
Actually, that scene is one of my favorites in terms of bolstering the scant validity of my Flack/Rebecca ship. I just tell myself that he's so indignant because he doesn't want a doctor like that treating his wife. ~bliss~
My other favorite scene for that is the one in "Not What It Looks Like"(?), where Stella wonders what the victim was doing in the men's toilet if she was a woman. Flack wanders in and says, "I could think of several things, but they all have a happy ending." What's he looking at? The handicapped stall.
Good boy, Flack. I just figure he and Rebecca got busy in a bathroom stall at one point, and he has fond memories. Of course, this countermands his confession to Aiden in S1 that he refuses to "go" in public, but I'm willing to believe that the sweet lure of panty manna overcame his aversion to public toilets. Besides, that statement brings up the question of what he does when he's pulling a triple. Hold it? Is he a camel? Maybe he doesn't consider the precinct "public".
Anyway, I'm off to lunch.
Part X of Danse Macabre is rolling, and even better, I finally got around my mental block on September When It Comes. Greg can leave the couch now. As soon as Part X is finished, that is.
I watched "Cool Hunter" on Spike. God, I love Flack's interrogation scene with the junkie doctor. Eddie Cahill once commented in a TalkCSI interview that Flack can sometimes get on his high horse, and that was a perfect example. His contempt was obvious, and he wore an expression akin to that of the Church Lady from SNL the whole time. The "Can I get you anything? Some chicken soup, maybe?" and the subsequent "Ha! I showed him" swagger put it over the top, and the best part is, I don't think the facial expression or the swagger were conscious affectations. He's gold. Gold, I tell you.
Actually, that scene is one of my favorites in terms of bolstering the scant validity of my Flack/Rebecca ship. I just tell myself that he's so indignant because he doesn't want a doctor like that treating his wife. ~bliss~
My other favorite scene for that is the one in "Not What It Looks Like"(?), where Stella wonders what the victim was doing in the men's toilet if she was a woman. Flack wanders in and says, "I could think of several things, but they all have a happy ending." What's he looking at? The handicapped stall.
Good boy, Flack. I just figure he and Rebecca got busy in a bathroom stall at one point, and he has fond memories. Of course, this countermands his confession to Aiden in S1 that he refuses to "go" in public, but I'm willing to believe that the sweet lure of panty manna overcame his aversion to public toilets. Besides, that statement brings up the question of what he does when he's pulling a triple. Hold it? Is he a camel? Maybe he doesn't consider the precinct "public".
Anyway, I'm off to lunch.