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Did Grissom have his snarky pants on tonight, or what? First, he gets snarky with David, and then he gets lippy with Doc Robbins. Were I the latter, I'd've boxed his ears with my crutch, but the good doctor clearly values his employment, because the crutch stayed perpendicular to the floor. Tonight's episode was much stronger than the previous few, as they returned to the one or two-case formula that has served them so well in the past. Gone, too, was the endless, overwhelming personal drama that saturated so much of last season, though I'm sure it will make a resurgence. Melodrama is like bad gas; it lingers.
Without a Trace made me want to kick the TV-no mean feat given the effort such activity would require on my part. Since when did Jack Malone start behaving like a neurotic den mother to his agents? Yes, I realize that Viv just returned from heart surgery, and that Marty is not exactly a pillar of health with his cane, but refusing to allow Viv back into the field and using that as an excuse tobring in more T and A with which he can have gratuitous, forbidden sex expand the team is lame and a ridiculous ploy by CBS to Show That The Network Is An Equal Opporturnity Employer And Is In No Way Chauvinistic. Who cares? The team's chemistry was pitch-perfect as it stood, and there was no reason to meddle with it. Want to bet that by mid-season Sam and T will be mud-wrestling for Marty's affections at Madison Square Garden, clad in thongs and copious amounts of baby oil?
Also, methinks that much of Jack's anger at Danny's botched attempt at heroism was more wounded masculine pride than fear for an agent's safety. After all, Jack has pulled stunts like that before, and I'm fairly sure that there isn't a passage in the FBI handbook that reads thusly:
Thou shalt not negotiate with bomb-wielding pubescents, lest ye be liquefied; yea, if ye be Jack Malone, thou mayest do so, for thou art blessed by the hand of the scriptwriters, and thy powers of speech and thy wang are mighty and inspire awe in all things in heaven and earth. Just ask Sam.
In non-TV news, the USPS left a note on my door. Apparently, they tried to deliver Salazar when I wasn't home.~woe~ I hope they come back tomorrow because if they don't, I have no way of getting him. It also means that my tentative plans to see Wallace and Gromit may be shelved for the day.
Well, I'm off to make hay with SLS 53, and so I will see you tomorrow.
Without a Trace made me want to kick the TV-no mean feat given the effort such activity would require on my part. Since when did Jack Malone start behaving like a neurotic den mother to his agents? Yes, I realize that Viv just returned from heart surgery, and that Marty is not exactly a pillar of health with his cane, but refusing to allow Viv back into the field and using that as an excuse to
Also, methinks that much of Jack's anger at Danny's botched attempt at heroism was more wounded masculine pride than fear for an agent's safety. After all, Jack has pulled stunts like that before, and I'm fairly sure that there isn't a passage in the FBI handbook that reads thusly:
Thou shalt not negotiate with bomb-wielding pubescents, lest ye be liquefied; yea, if ye be Jack Malone, thou mayest do so, for thou art blessed by the hand of the scriptwriters, and thy powers of speech and thy wang are mighty and inspire awe in all things in heaven and earth. Just ask Sam.
In non-TV news, the USPS left a note on my door. Apparently, they tried to deliver Salazar when I wasn't home.~woe~ I hope they come back tomorrow because if they don't, I have no way of getting him. It also means that my tentative plans to see Wallace and Gromit may be shelved for the day.
Well, I'm off to make hay with SLS 53, and so I will see you tomorrow.