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Until I'm more alert and coherent, here are a few preliminary thoughts on CSI:NY's latest episode. It is also a response to MacsgirlMel, who is a blithering idiot.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a happiness requirement for being allowed to watch the show. I watch because I'm invested in the characters. I like them as imaginary people even if I despise the lackluster, slipshod writing that routinely distorts them to suit its half-assed ends. I watch because I like Flack, and I will watch until he goes toes and tits up or until the show ends, whichever comes first.
I don't think Camille was apologizing at all. Once again, she was oblivious to the fact that Sheldon was in no shape to entertain her and was only interested in playing bedroom racquetball. I'm all for enjoying your life and broadening your horizons, and God bless Hawkes for trying to have a life beyond work and not end up like Mac, who can't see past his badge, but keeping your criminalist boyfriend up at all hours and suggesting he experiment with drugs--even if it was "just pot"--is selfish and irresponsible. I foresee a morass of terrible consequences from this relationship, and it's a shame because it started so well and I was eager to see how the brilliant, affable doctor handled affairs of the heart. Seeing him morph into a lovelorn dupe who blows off his responsibilities and flirts with drugs because a lovely bit of idiotic crumpet says he ought was infuriating and disappointing, and I refuse to believe that he would behave that way.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a happiness requirement for being allowed to watch the show. I watch because I'm invested in the characters. I like them as imaginary people even if I despise the lackluster, slipshod writing that routinely distorts them to suit its half-assed ends. I watch because I like Flack, and I will watch until he goes toes and tits up or until the show ends, whichever comes first.
I don't think Camille was apologizing at all. Once again, she was oblivious to the fact that Sheldon was in no shape to entertain her and was only interested in playing bedroom racquetball. I'm all for enjoying your life and broadening your horizons, and God bless Hawkes for trying to have a life beyond work and not end up like Mac, who can't see past his badge, but keeping your criminalist boyfriend up at all hours and suggesting he experiment with drugs--even if it was "just pot"--is selfish and irresponsible. I foresee a morass of terrible consequences from this relationship, and it's a shame because it started so well and I was eager to see how the brilliant, affable doctor handled affairs of the heart. Seeing him morph into a lovelorn dupe who blows off his responsibilities and flirts with drugs because a lovely bit of idiotic crumpet says he ought was infuriating and disappointing, and I refuse to believe that he would behave that way.