A Little Bit of Everything

Rammstein have announced a two-night stand in Berlin at Wulheide on May 24th and 25th, 2013. I have neither the financial nor the physical resources to go at the moment, but seeing them on their home turf is my next Rammstein fantasy/goal.

We've started our Christmas shopping. Bless Amazon. Thanks to it, I've bought five books and six DVDs for a ridiculously low sum, and I didn't have to be battered and trampled by harried, impatient shoppers willing to cut a bitch for that last sausage loaf. I didn't need five new books, or the two already in the Christmas cupboard but I am powerless against the lure of books for forty-four cents. The most expensive one was a copy of Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin. It's the book upon which Spielberg's Lincoln is based, and I'm a sucker for historical biographies if they're well-written. That's no guarantee, it should be noted. Many brilliant historians have penned books so moribund, joyless, and soporific that they could be substituted for lethal injection as a means of execution.

The package has begun its journey across the sea. It was cheaper than I expected, so we toddled to the market for some sausages and other comestibles. Italian cheese-stuffed sausages are not as flavorful as one might think, but they make a serviceable dinner.

CSI:NY tonight. I give less than a damn about the tired "a cop is a suspect, oh, noes, what will happen?!!!1!" trick. We all know Lovato isn't going anywhere, not when Flack is clearly meant to fish for her tough, streetwise, cliched panty manna.

Lalala, can't hear you, CSI:NY! Flack is totally married to a witch masquerading as a math professor at NYU, and you will never convince me otherwise.

CSI:NY 907: "Blood Out"

AHAHAHAHA! The scene with smoking hot, sultry badass Lovato and her l33t pool skills was lolarious. She's hot! And smart! And did we mention hot? She's every Mary Sue fap fantasy insert ever imagined by mousy, lonely teenage girls who wish they could seduce the handsome boy in class. And I say this as someone who merrily writes silly fanfic in various fandoms. Hot? Sure. Smart? Sure. So hot that a drug dealer lets her walk after he discovers she's a cop? Mmmmkay. Maaaybe. Raised by a magical abuelita who instilled super values and iron integrity? All these attributes together scream Super Sue. Drop either the lovelorn drug dealer or the sad, broken home card, and she'd be a credible character, but as it is, she's risible.

And I'm going to pretend the last scene never happened.

The rest of the case was dull and predictable.