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I was in a good mood until I read that the networks have yanked new episodes of CSI:NY, NCIS, and Criminal Minds in favor of repeats. Rumor has it that the networks are hoarding their remaining episodes to air them during February sweeps. In any case, no new TV, and so I'm churlish and nettled. I was looking forward to Flack snark.
On the other hand, this could prove a boon to my fic. The extra free time could and should ease the alarming plotbunny backlog that has resulted in a criminally overcrowded hutch. Without the shiny of new canon and all its attendant tangential offshoots to catch my wandering eye, real progress can be made. Still, there are pitfalls. Last night, I meant to start bunny scritching at 7PM last night and didn't start until 9 because I was waylaid by an episode of CSI that I hadn't seen.
Speaking of which, I'll be happy if I never see Marg Helgenberger's bloated boobies again. Her flashing of a pervy suspect to get answers was just gross, and remarkably sexist. "Catherine doesn't have the smarts to get to the truth, but by the powers of boob, she shall prevail." Ugh. You'd never see Grissom shaking his moneymaker at the female suspects. Or Nick, for that matter. Or kinkmeister Greg.
( Dear Santa )
I asked my mother for the former when she asked what I'd like, so maybe. But last year, I asked for a steam vac so I could clean my terrazzo floors, and she said no problem.
Then she bought me a fire extinguisher, a smoke detector(I have two hardwired into the electrical system with battery backup), and a pack of batteries.
So I've learned not to be optimistic. I just take what she gives me, say thank you, and stuff it into the abyss of crap in the yawning recess of my closet.
On the other hand, this could prove a boon to my fic. The extra free time could and should ease the alarming plotbunny backlog that has resulted in a criminally overcrowded hutch. Without the shiny of new canon and all its attendant tangential offshoots to catch my wandering eye, real progress can be made. Still, there are pitfalls. Last night, I meant to start bunny scritching at 7PM last night and didn't start until 9 because I was waylaid by an episode of CSI that I hadn't seen.
Speaking of which, I'll be happy if I never see Marg Helgenberger's bloated boobies again. Her flashing of a pervy suspect to get answers was just gross, and remarkably sexist. "Catherine doesn't have the smarts to get to the truth, but by the powers of boob, she shall prevail." Ugh. You'd never see Grissom shaking his moneymaker at the female suspects. Or Nick, for that matter. Or kinkmeister Greg.
( Dear Santa )
I asked my mother for the former when she asked what I'd like, so maybe. But last year, I asked for a steam vac so I could clean my terrazzo floors, and she said no problem.
Then she bought me a fire extinguisher, a smoke detector(I have two hardwired into the electrical system with battery backup), and a pack of batteries.
So I've learned not to be optimistic. I just take what she gives me, say thank you, and stuff it into the abyss of crap in the yawning recess of my closet.
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