Well, CBS is current kind of the police procedure shows on TV with there CSI franchise. NBC has fallen somewhat by the wayside with there older Law and Order group. At the moment Fox has Bones. Well, I hate to admit it, but I like cop shows for the most part. Of the current batch, the original CSI, Bones, and NCIS are my first string. I occasionally catch CSI New York. All three Law and Orders used to be semi-regular viewing, but have been dropped to nothing else at all to do status. CSI Miami was regular viewing until the sexy beast that was Emily Proctor could no longer over come the horror that is David Caruso.
Taking a look at the CSI franchise I see simularities of course, but some big differences. In similarities, each of the three centers around a team of young forensic investigators headed by a wise father-figure type. In the original it is William Peterson's Gil Grissom. He is still the perfect example. In Miami it is David Caruso's Horatio Cain, and with New York it is Gary Sinise's character who's name escapes me.
On the differences, William Peterson's character is important to the show, but not the show. It could function somewhat without him as recently proven. This character has apparently always been a CSI and worked his way up. The original show relies much less on stunt plotting, rarely reverting to something coming out of someone's past or private life bleeding over onto the job, and when it does happen, it seems less like an intrusion and more natural. Gil Grissom doesn't seem to dominate the spotlight and the show seems to allow the other CSI's to shine and to grow.
CSI New York also seems to work on this theory. The show doesn't really center around the main character, but allows the other CSI's room. It does seem to bring in more personal skeletons and crap, but not too intrusively. I don't watch it as regular, but the CSI's seem more bland than the one's in Vegas, but it could be my lack of viewing. I do think it is the better of the two spin offs. I think the main CSI has a military background and came out of law enforcement into the CSI realm.
CSI Miami seems to center around Horatio Caine, superdude. He's been everything, bomb squad, swat team, sniper, spiderman. Everything seems to revolve around him and you get the idea that is he left for more than a couple of days, Miami would sink into the ocean. Even when the show is supposed to deal with another CSI it always seems to come back to Caine. And so much is something coming out of the past, or back to haunt. Can't they just solve random crimes that don't involve terrorists, or someones deep dark secrets?
NCIS seems different, yes Jethro Gibbs is the central father-figure and a fount of wisdom, but 1) he's grumpy, 2)the show isn't meant to be as dark or serious as the CSI series, it's just a mindless romp, 3)he's a former marine sniper. The show is very tounge in cheek and filled with likable, somewhat stock characters with good chemisty. Abby, Ziva, and Agent Lee are hot enough for eye candy. You have the guy who almost married Jessica Alba for the ladies and then of course Gibbs, Ducky, Jennie for people who want more maturity. We also have the Probbie for the geekly inclined. I like the light atmosphere and it has more action than New York or Vegas, but is now where near as campy as Miami has unintentionally become.
Bones is also more humorous than CSI. It is intentional, although Bones can be dark too. I like the chemistry and while Booth and Bones are the core of the show, they don't hog the spotlight. The supporting cast work great and all get time to shine. The show is well written and ususally pleases. Bones and House are about my only Fox mainstays.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
The History of the Modern Cow
Let me explain a little about my wife's oldest sister in support of another blog post. I will give the following names to various character's in an attempt to protect myself.
Wife -- Wife of Wify
Her oldest sister -- The Cow
Her next youngest sister-- Former cheerleader
Her youngest sister -- the brat
The Cow's children-- Demon spawn 1
Demon spawn 2
The apolcalyptic doom of all mankind, super ultra strength demon spawn
The Men in her life:
Husband 1 -- The Moose (big and stupid)
One Night Stand -- Poor Snook
Boyfriend 1 -- The Jailbird
Husband 2 -- Crackhead (young, small, and stupid, but highly annoying)
Boyfriend 2 -- The truck driver
Boyfriend 3 -- MethHead (extra stupid, but probably bi-polar and psychopathic)
FatBastard
The countless thousands of others.
Okay, basically The Cow got herself knocked up by the Moose, which resulted in Demon Spawn 1. Then later she hooked up with Poor Snook, got pregnant, screamed rape and ended up with Demon Spawn 2. Then she divorced the Moose, and moved to Tennessee, supposedly to get rid of him, but then he followed her up here. Down here she goes crazy for awhile, then goes back to Florida and returns with Crackhead. They live together, break up, he goes away, comes back , they rinse and repeat, then they get hitched, create Dadoamsusds, break up, divorce, rinse, repeat. Basically, whenever she gets bored, she goes back to Florida and gets the little idiot. When she gets tired of him, she moves another guy in, which is where the truck driver and the jail bird come in. They are guys to run off other guys. At some point she went to Florida and brought back FatBastard. He's had a thing for her since he met her, years ago and will do anything she asks. She gives him just enough to keep him on a leash and if noone else is available, will bring him in to run off a persistant mantoy. After getting rid of Crackhead, she moved Methman in, but he's nuts and kindly gets violent, so sometimes he actually scares her.
She basically keeps each of these guys on a leash someway or other. She never really lets any of them go. And for some reason, they won't leave on their own. I don't get it. If I were treated the way she treats these nut cases, I would get pissed and head for the hills. I realize that she has kids by 2 of them, but still. You know after acusing the one guy of raping her, only to have the case dropped, years later she tried to sue him for child support. She is a real work of art guys. Quite a catch.
Wife -- Wife of Wify
Her oldest sister -- The Cow
Her next youngest sister-- Former cheerleader
Her youngest sister -- the brat
The Cow's children-- Demon spawn 1
Demon spawn 2
The apolcalyptic doom of all mankind, super ultra strength demon spawn
The Men in her life:
Husband 1 -- The Moose (big and stupid)
One Night Stand -- Poor Snook
Boyfriend 1 -- The Jailbird
Husband 2 -- Crackhead (young, small, and stupid, but highly annoying)
Boyfriend 2 -- The truck driver
Boyfriend 3 -- MethHead (extra stupid, but probably bi-polar and psychopathic)
FatBastard
The countless thousands of others.
Okay, basically The Cow got herself knocked up by the Moose, which resulted in Demon Spawn 1. Then later she hooked up with Poor Snook, got pregnant, screamed rape and ended up with Demon Spawn 2. Then she divorced the Moose, and moved to Tennessee, supposedly to get rid of him, but then he followed her up here. Down here she goes crazy for awhile, then goes back to Florida and returns with Crackhead. They live together, break up, he goes away, comes back , they rinse and repeat, then they get hitched, create Dadoamsusds, break up, divorce, rinse, repeat. Basically, whenever she gets bored, she goes back to Florida and gets the little idiot. When she gets tired of him, she moves another guy in, which is where the truck driver and the jail bird come in. They are guys to run off other guys. At some point she went to Florida and brought back FatBastard. He's had a thing for her since he met her, years ago and will do anything she asks. She gives him just enough to keep him on a leash and if noone else is available, will bring him in to run off a persistant mantoy. After getting rid of Crackhead, she moved Methman in, but he's nuts and kindly gets violent, so sometimes he actually scares her.
She basically keeps each of these guys on a leash someway or other. She never really lets any of them go. And for some reason, they won't leave on their own. I don't get it. If I were treated the way she treats these nut cases, I would get pissed and head for the hills. I realize that she has kids by 2 of them, but still. You know after acusing the one guy of raping her, only to have the case dropped, years later she tried to sue him for child support. She is a real work of art guys. Quite a catch.
We Return Now to As the Trailer Park Turns
Well, last weekend certainly was exiting. It all started Friday around 8:30 AM. I was at work and didn't find out until my wife called me around 9:00. She was heading to a friend's house to help her haul off some junk. Since I am convinced that this double wide trailer was willed into existance by this huge pile of junk to shelter it from the elements, I think this was a loosing battle, but my wife loves a challenge. Anyway aparently The Cow, her older sister and arch nemesis, (who for some reason has been being nice to us lately), knocked on the door and asked if she could crash there. She had spent the last three days working in another state and had left her children in the care of her bi-polar, meth using, live in boyfriend/psychopath. She told my wife she couldn't go home, because he wouldn't leave her alone and let her rest, and she had to work that night. Well, my wife left her there, and when I got home at 5:15 PM she was still there, getting ready to go.
That seemed the end of it until 11:00 PM Saturday night when she knocked on the door again. She was near hysterical and crying and said she couldn't take it, he wouldn't leave her alone, they were fighting. He was driving around in her Ford Ranger, drunk while she was gone, was drunk now and trying to take the truck. Wife helped her hide the truck, then offered to put her up for the night, but she insisted on calling the cops to do a welfare check on the children. Now the kids were with pyschomethhead the alcoholic bipolar mental patient, who isn't baby-daddy to any of them. So he tells the deputy that he isn't responsible for them. Deputy comes over and starts questioning sister-in-law idiot. She tells him as little as possible. Deputy leaves to make a cell call or 12. Then he returns and tells her that psycho meth brain doesn't want to be responsible for the kid and she needs to do something, because he won't leave them there.
Now, she moved methman in, so it is his residence. He can't be forcibly removed, he has to be evicted, which takes time. He isn't father to any of the demon children, so he can't be held responsible for them. She's hummed and hemmed and hawed around until the deputy thinks she is on drugs. She finally lets slip that idiot boy has been carrying a ball bat around and now the deputy thinks she is in danger. He is in a bind. He can't leave the kids in the house with bipolar the boy binge drinker, because he doesn't want to be responsible for them, and the cop is not legally liable for them. He can't let her go home, because he has heard enough to think the situation might be dangerous, and is legally liable. So the only choice is for her to go get the kids and take them somewhere.
Now my sister-in-law, The Cow, has been through this more times than I can count, and knows how it goes. She isn't willing to take out charges on Bipolar Boy, but she doesn't want to get the kids either. I think she let the situation get too far out of control, because she now has no options, so she agrees to go get the kids and heads out the door. It is cold out, and she is wearing pajamas. I think she is going to get in either the cop car or my wife's car. The deputy stops to talk with me a little, then goes out and The Cow is nowhere to be seen. We look, he radios in, then follows my wife to where the truck was left. I get my flashlight and check the barn, backyard, and chicken coop, then go in, arm myself, and head out in the car. I go up the road to the church, but don't see her. I notice a car on the road behind me as I go back to the house, but pay little attention, pulling in the driveway behind my wife.
She reports no sign of her, but that the deputy had called for help and was watching the truck. She asks me to go down the road toward Tanya's house. I take the wife's car, which is warmer, and head toward Tanya's. At this point she has been missing about 15 minutes at most. I figure she would have made it maybe to the stop sign if she was really booking. No sign of her. I find her at the other church, almost half-way to her house. She is talking to FatBastard, the former friend of the family who is no longer allowed anywhere near my home or wife, and may not be allowed near her youngest sister, or any other member of the family my father-in-law has any control over. She is outside the car talking through the window, and he takes off when he spots me. She gets in the car and I head back to where the deputy is waiting. She tells me she was going home to get her kids, like the deputy wanted. She is acting really weird and the next thing I know I have 2 sheriff's cars behind me. I pull over and get questionned. I explain what is going on and where I was headed. I now find the DCS has been called because of her disappearing act.
After much talking, and me sweating a little because there is a .45 auto under the jacket, it's legal, but still.... I end up driving her to her house, where she tries to load the girls into her Dodge pickup, which MethMan flattened a tire on and the police won't let her take, because the trip to the store would be too dangerous, she loads them into her car. Then she asks one of the Deputies to get her cell phone and the ball bat. Well the cell phone was easy, but Psycho denied knowing anything about a bat. At this point, the demon children spoke up about where it was. The supervisor searched for it but did not find it. She leaves and I make a statement and get to go home.
Apparently he moved out semi-voluntarily Monday. She is trolling the internet looking for another man as you read this so beware. If you aren't a bi-polar, alcohol drinking, meth-taking, psycho nut case now, you will be after a few months of her. Not that it's over with Idiot Boy, this is go around 3 or 4 with them, I've lost count. For a little more info on The Cow check out http://weakmindsthinkalike.blogspot.com/2007/03/history-of-modern-cow.html. I've compressed many years into a few paragraphs, but you will get the idea.
That seemed the end of it until 11:00 PM Saturday night when she knocked on the door again. She was near hysterical and crying and said she couldn't take it, he wouldn't leave her alone, they were fighting. He was driving around in her Ford Ranger, drunk while she was gone, was drunk now and trying to take the truck. Wife helped her hide the truck, then offered to put her up for the night, but she insisted on calling the cops to do a welfare check on the children. Now the kids were with pyschomethhead the alcoholic bipolar mental patient, who isn't baby-daddy to any of them. So he tells the deputy that he isn't responsible for them. Deputy comes over and starts questioning sister-in-law idiot. She tells him as little as possible. Deputy leaves to make a cell call or 12. Then he returns and tells her that psycho meth brain doesn't want to be responsible for the kid and she needs to do something, because he won't leave them there.
Now, she moved methman in, so it is his residence. He can't be forcibly removed, he has to be evicted, which takes time. He isn't father to any of the demon children, so he can't be held responsible for them. She's hummed and hemmed and hawed around until the deputy thinks she is on drugs. She finally lets slip that idiot boy has been carrying a ball bat around and now the deputy thinks she is in danger. He is in a bind. He can't leave the kids in the house with bipolar the boy binge drinker, because he doesn't want to be responsible for them, and the cop is not legally liable for them. He can't let her go home, because he has heard enough to think the situation might be dangerous, and is legally liable. So the only choice is for her to go get the kids and take them somewhere.
Now my sister-in-law, The Cow, has been through this more times than I can count, and knows how it goes. She isn't willing to take out charges on Bipolar Boy, but she doesn't want to get the kids either. I think she let the situation get too far out of control, because she now has no options, so she agrees to go get the kids and heads out the door. It is cold out, and she is wearing pajamas. I think she is going to get in either the cop car or my wife's car. The deputy stops to talk with me a little, then goes out and The Cow is nowhere to be seen. We look, he radios in, then follows my wife to where the truck was left. I get my flashlight and check the barn, backyard, and chicken coop, then go in, arm myself, and head out in the car. I go up the road to the church, but don't see her. I notice a car on the road behind me as I go back to the house, but pay little attention, pulling in the driveway behind my wife.
She reports no sign of her, but that the deputy had called for help and was watching the truck. She asks me to go down the road toward Tanya's house. I take the wife's car, which is warmer, and head toward Tanya's. At this point she has been missing about 15 minutes at most. I figure she would have made it maybe to the stop sign if she was really booking. No sign of her. I find her at the other church, almost half-way to her house. She is talking to FatBastard, the former friend of the family who is no longer allowed anywhere near my home or wife, and may not be allowed near her youngest sister, or any other member of the family my father-in-law has any control over. She is outside the car talking through the window, and he takes off when he spots me. She gets in the car and I head back to where the deputy is waiting. She tells me she was going home to get her kids, like the deputy wanted. She is acting really weird and the next thing I know I have 2 sheriff's cars behind me. I pull over and get questionned. I explain what is going on and where I was headed. I now find the DCS has been called because of her disappearing act.
After much talking, and me sweating a little because there is a .45 auto under the jacket, it's legal, but still.... I end up driving her to her house, where she tries to load the girls into her Dodge pickup, which MethMan flattened a tire on and the police won't let her take, because the trip to the store would be too dangerous, she loads them into her car. Then she asks one of the Deputies to get her cell phone and the ball bat. Well the cell phone was easy, but Psycho denied knowing anything about a bat. At this point, the demon children spoke up about where it was. The supervisor searched for it but did not find it. She leaves and I make a statement and get to go home.
Apparently he moved out semi-voluntarily Monday. She is trolling the internet looking for another man as you read this so beware. If you aren't a bi-polar, alcohol drinking, meth-taking, psycho nut case now, you will be after a few months of her. Not that it's over with Idiot Boy, this is go around 3 or 4 with them, I've lost count. For a little more info on The Cow check out http://weakmindsthinkalike.blogspot.com/2007/03/history-of-modern-cow.html. I've compressed many years into a few paragraphs, but you will get the idea.
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