Oh Casilda, you’re so naive! You think you’ll have time once you’re ABD? It only gets worse, my child. Welcome to hell. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA…(maniacal laughter)
T-minus three days to the Shield season finale. Three days I have to catch up on six episodes, so that I may partake in the next-day discussion and avoid massive spoilerage.
Which, to you readers without kids, probably sounds ridiculously simple. You with kids, you know exactly how under-the-gun I am. Plus, I had some work stuff shift around, so I spent Saturday afternoon doing the work thing instead of catching up on the misadventures of Vic Mackey and crew.
As with the other seasons, this year is so tense, it’s a lot to handle, especially in double doses. Not exactly fun viewing. But good.
I never got into The Shield, but I know what you mean about catching up on shows like this around the kids’ schedules. The wife and I have had an ongoing Sopranos re-watch for going on two years now and have only managed to get halfway through season two simply because we can’t watch them while the kids are awake. (Heck, I won’t watch BSG while my kids are walking around!)
Since CSI Miami has gone all tela novella I can’t stand to watch it anymore. Even the actors on the show who are decent have seriously cringe-worth dialog. I was increasingly having to choke down vomit episode after episode. And Elizabeth Berkeley couldn’t have been anymore wooden as Horatio’s ex. (What the frak–was she botoxing right before her scenes???) I have all kinds of hate to spew about CSI Miami. I officially gave up on it after last season. I too was hoping Horatio was dead but knew it was too much to hope for.
Oh, we gave up on that one years ago, although occassionally I’ll sit down to watch it for the requisite ham and cheese quotient (it’s got the FDA recommended daily allotment within the first line of David Caruso’s dialogue!). Actually, I’ve never been too much into any of the CSI’s (though NY is okay, mostly because of Gary Sinese). Not because they’re bad shows (well, Miami is) but because I’m just tired of procedurals.
You could, however, turn CSI: Miami into a drinking game. Take a swig every time David Caruso slips off his sunglasses in an overly dramatic manner. Two swigs every time he says, “Tell you what I’m gonna do” or some variation thereof. THREE swigs every time anything explodes on that show. Bonus: should anyone, after an explosion or “unexpected” murder, cry “MENDOZAAAAA!!!” you drink till you pass out. Cause that show’s turned into such a parody of itself that I’m just expecting that Simpsons line (from their “McBain” parodies of cop shows/movies) to show up one day.
