Fic Pimpage, and More Thoughts That Will Never Make It to TalkCSI

For those of you who are following along, here is Et Tu, Part XIIb. Part XIIa is available also, and is located in the links to various chapters section just above the story proper.


Blast and damn, but they canceled Eleventh Hour. Bastards. I liked that show. It was smarter than your average crime drama pablum, and Jacob Hood was a likeable hybrid of Gil Grissom and an actual human being. Not to mention that Rachel Young was one of the few female leads in a position of authority who didn't attempt to put my eyes out with wild and inexpert wielding of her clit codpiece. And Agent Lee was a refreshing blast of idealistic exuberance. But it's gone, victim of network penny-pinching. Because canceling a show that was developing a solid fanbase makes much more fiscal sense than curtailing the out-of-control stunt casting used oh-so-effectively to prop up floundering shows. Yes, sir, casting Ashlee Simpson and Peter Wentz sure shot CSI:NY to prominence. Those ratings have skyrocketed under this policy of turning the show into a cavalcade of B-list faces.

Oh, wait.

Between this and the niggling fear that Flack received a hot lead infusion in the NY finale and will have a pink slip folded reverently over his casket, I'm deeply embittered by TV at the moment.

Speaking of CSI:NY, a minute faction of DL supporters have begun to wonder why no one has criticized Angell for being "unprofessional" by calling Flack while on a security detail.

Was it unprofessional? Yes. Utterly. It was naive and stupid and made me wonder just how experienced Angell was as an officer. She should not have been engaged in phone foreplay with her boyfriend while babysitting a witness whose father is a ruthless publishing magnate. She should've known better. Frankly, the entire scene made me question the wisdom of assigning her to the protection detail. Why was she sitting with her back to the window? Wouldn't it be smarter to face the window so you can see the approach of an imminent threat, like, oh, I don't know, an armored van? The protection detail was a joke.

But.

No matter how unprofessional she was, Angell didn't deserve to die. The poor execution of her duty doesn't give those mercenaries the right to gun her down, nor it does lessen the effect of her death on the others. Mac isn't going to be any less angry over her death because she was doing something ill-advised, and Flack isn't going to be less devastated because the performance of her duty wasn't flawless. She still died at the hands of thugs and goons who shot up a diner of innocent people, and I'm not going to say she deserved it because she took five seconds to talk to someone she loved. If Lindsay had gone down in a hail of bullets while promising to clean Danny's banana hammock with her tongue, the DLers would tweet and bleat about how romantic and tragic it was, and none of them would point out that Lindsay might've seen it coming if she weren't stewing in her own juices.

And if Lindsay had gone down instead of Angell, I wouldn't have blamed her, either. Because being thoughtless and stupid doesn't mean you deserve to die, even if you're so self-absorbed that you view the world from the comfort of your own asshole.

Fic Pimpage, and More Thoughts That Will Never Make It to TalkCSI

For those of you who are following along, here is Et Tu, Part XIIb. Part XIIa is available also, and is located in the links to various chapters section just above the story proper.


Blast and damn, but they canceled Eleventh Hour. Bastards. I liked that show. It was smarter than your average crime drama pablum, and Jacob Hood was a likeable hybrid of Gil Grissom and an actual human being. Not to mention that Rachel Young was one of the few female leads in a position of authority who didn't attempt to put my eyes out with wild and inexpert wielding of her clit codpiece. And Agent Lee was a refreshing blast of idealistic exuberance. But it's gone, victim of network penny-pinching. Because canceling a show that was developing a solid fanbase makes much more fiscal sense than curtailing the out-of-control stunt casting used oh-so-effectively to prop up floundering shows. Yes, sir, casting Ashlee Simpson and Peter Wentz sure shot CSI:NY to prominence. Those ratings have skyrocketed under this policy of turning the show into a cavalcade of B-list faces.

Oh, wait.

Between this and the niggling fear that Flack received a hot lead infusion in the NY finale and will have a pink slip folded reverently over his casket, I'm deeply embittered by TV at the moment.

Speaking of CSI:NY, a minute faction of DL supporters have begun to wonder why no one has criticized Angell for being "unprofessional" by calling Flack while on a security detail.

Was it unprofessional? Yes. Utterly. It was naive and stupid and made me wonder just how experienced Angell was as an officer. She should not have been engaged in phone foreplay with her boyfriend while babysitting a witness whose father is a ruthless publishing magnate. She should've known better. Frankly, the entire scene made me question the wisdom of assigning her to the protection detail. Why was she sitting with her back to the window? Wouldn't it be smarter to face the window so you can see the approach of an imminent threat, like, oh, I don't know, an armored van? The protection detail was a joke.

But.

No matter how unprofessional she was, Angell didn't deserve to die. The poor execution of her duty doesn't give those mercenaries the right to gun her down, nor does it lessen the effect of her death on the others. Mac isn't going to be any less angry over her death because she was doing something ill-advised, and Flack isn't going to be less devastated because the performance of her duty wasn't flawless. She still died at the hands of thugs and goons who shot up a diner of innocent people, and I'm not going to say she deserved it because she took five seconds to talk to someone she loved. If Lindsay had gone down in a hail of bullets while promising to clean Danny's banana hammock with her tongue, the DLers would tweet and bleat about how romantic and tragic it was, and none of them would point out that Lindsay might've seen it coming if she weren't stewing in her own juices.

And if Lindsay had gone down instead of Angell, I wouldn't have blamed her, either. Because being thoughtless and stupid doesn't mean you deserve to die, even if you're so self-absorbed that you view the world from the comfort of your own asshole.