JDonne said:
So, Top convinced me to watch a few episodes here and there throughout the season and I’ve obliged commenting here and there, but it’s been awhile since I’ve decided upon CSI:NY for my viewing pleasure though my trusty TIVO keeps on keeping on. I recently sat down and watched an episode of NY and there were moments when I was perplexed and puzzled but soon it turned to annoyance and outrage because I realized what had been bothering me all along. My TIVO recorded not CSI: NY that hard-hitting innovative gritty and dynamic show but Degrassi Jr. Sweet Valley Creek and I was irate. So, what would you do, well that is exactly what I did, I called the damn TIVO customer service and voiced my displeasure well first I talked to Les and he told me to fuck off that what I saw was the brilliant portrayal of unrequited love yet to be with a bit of science classism, sexism, and wit thrown in and hung up on me, but not before asking if I had a nice rack. So, I called back and this time I talked to Anthony but he was too busy rubbing himself against photocopied images of girls that could kick his portly ass so I hung up on him while he moaned something about suicide. Well, third time’s a charm so I called again and spoke to what seemed to be a collection of people, but it was really just some chick named Stef Wryter with a case of multiple personality disorder. Now it took some time to convince Stef Wryter to watch what I watched because she too believed it was CSI: NY but after I told her about the damn “moo” and the attempted wistful looks through the cab window (by the way, we agreed that all that was missing was some artfully placed rain drops) that this indeed was not CSI: NY. Then we bonded over talk of Vicaro, Maka, hell even creepy ass Chad into the wee hours of the morn, when we finally parted, Stef promised to bring about change and I promised to stop throwing around phrases like shrill annoying sycophant, poor Carmine, obsequious drivel, Anti-Christ equals Moonves, etc. Two days later, I read reports of one Stef Wryter having gone missing and on the same day, I noticed a long black limo parked at the edge of my driveway. I tried to make out the letters on the door as it sped away but all I got were the letters C, B, and S.
