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So, Roomie let me open S3 of CSI:NY instead of torturing me with the delicious prospect of Flack until my birthday. The cases still reek like my undergarments during the onslaught of The Bloat, but the extra on Disc 1 was better than I expected and featured some lovely self-deprecating humor from Eddie Cahill.
I should mention that I kept a book on head to read during Lindsay's scenes and went so far as to mute the TV during her nauseating gung-ho heroism in "Not What It Looks Like". Honestly, why did they send Lindsay in there other than to bludgeon us with her pluckiness? She didn't look young enough to be a member of the Holly Go Lightly Club by any stretch of Ray Charles' misinformed imagination. Did she really think the baddies wouldn't have a picture or other means to identify the third girl, particularly since the handy flashback showed them all sans disguise while Baddie 2 watched from across the street? They were all leggy blondes; she's a toadstool thrust from the festering cow patty of a Montana meat moocow. Helllooo? There's a gargantuan difference there, one so vast the inbred atrocities from The Hills Have Eyes(But They Don't) could've spotted it. I can believe Lindsay is so defective, but not Flack, Danny, and Stella, too.
Sadly, excise that mammoth plothole, and the case would've been watchable, maybe even good. Danny's puppy was still fabulous, however.
Still no progress on Part III of Et Tu, as I've been spectacularly unmotivated to write anything, including journal entries. I suspect my problem to be two-fold: a busted give a damn and nascent excitement at my looming Birthday Suit Memorial Day. If I can't get it kickstarted by Thursday, I'll set all writing aside until after the cake and presents. I've been writing nonstop since January, and maybe I need a breather.
I should mention that I kept a book on head to read during Lindsay's scenes and went so far as to mute the TV during her nauseating gung-ho heroism in "Not What It Looks Like". Honestly, why did they send Lindsay in there other than to bludgeon us with her pluckiness? She didn't look young enough to be a member of the Holly Go Lightly Club by any stretch of Ray Charles' misinformed imagination. Did she really think the baddies wouldn't have a picture or other means to identify the third girl, particularly since the handy flashback showed them all sans disguise while Baddie 2 watched from across the street? They were all leggy blondes; she's a toadstool thrust from the festering cow patty of a Montana meat moocow. Helllooo? There's a gargantuan difference there, one so vast the inbred atrocities from The Hills Have Eyes(But They Don't) could've spotted it. I can believe Lindsay is so defective, but not Flack, Danny, and Stella, too.
Sadly, excise that mammoth plothole, and the case would've been watchable, maybe even good. Danny's puppy was still fabulous, however.
Still no progress on Part III of Et Tu, as I've been spectacularly unmotivated to write anything, including journal entries. I suspect my problem to be two-fold: a busted give a damn and nascent excitement at my looming Birthday Suit Memorial Day. If I can't get it kickstarted by Thursday, I'll set all writing aside until after the cake and presents. I've been writing nonstop since January, and maybe I need a breather.