Could someone please explain to me these two things?

One: What has happened to an abundance of decent Catherine/Grissom fanfiction?
Two: What do people see between Grissom and Sara?

For the past few months, I've been trying to see from the other point-of-view, from the perspective of the GSR 'shipper. I've read GSR fanfiction, tried writing for the relationship (even if it had the intent of stealthily hopping aboard the good ship GCR), and read opinions on why Grissom and Sara compliment each other and go together like peanut butter and the ever-loyal jelly.

Well, let's just say this: I still don't understand it.

Why is it that the majority of 'shippers watching CSI find this couple to be the most appealing? Is there some crucial element to this to which I am blind, some sort of chemistry embedded in the plot of the show that eludes me? From what I've seen in nearly six of the seven seasons -- discounting the finale for season six -- is a woman forcing herself upon a man and the said man showing little to no interest in the aforementioned woman. Granted, there have been a few moments -- such as when Sara first reacquaints herself with Grissom in "Cool Change" -- where they were relaxed and, hell, even romantic, with each other. (The only other scene without seemingly strained chemistry that I can recall is the one in "Nesting Dolls" where Grissom comforts Sara, and even that is arguably paternal, not romantic. And maybe the "tie me up" scene in "Pledging Mr. Johnson.") Other than these, however, the rest has been unbearably unnatural.

Take, for example, when Sara tells Grissom to "pin [her] down" in "The Accused Is Entitled." While it may be the basis for many a GSR fanfiction, it is a mind-numbingly uncomfortable scene (in the opinion of this writer). Not only does Sara make a blatant (and unwanted) advance, but she also manages to fail at making Grissom understand about what she is talking (the "relationship" between them).

Okay, okay -- I'll end that on a coherent note.

Still, this situation irritates me. One, because I see these astounding authors supporting this couple and have to wonder what they see in it. Two, because I see these pitiful writers sailing upon the good ship GCR and defecating all over it.

And this brings me to my next point.

What happened to all of the good GCR authors/stories? I mean, while there are still the authors, such as lemonjelly_, who write GCR almost professionally, there are these new writers who make nothing but out-of-character garbage.

I understand the motive behind the general lack of GCR fanfiction; obviously, with the loss of any interaction between Grissom and Catherine in the past three seasons (five, six, and seven), who wouldn't lose some inspiration? Still, what is with all of these relatively new writers producing only undiluted crap? My vote is for a preexisting correlation between the quality of the Catherine/Grissom interaction in the show and the decency of the fanfiction inspired by it. Hmm...

Then, though, how do you explain such "flukes" as lemonjelly_'s Zwischenzug, missparker85's, "Only Something in Me Understands", or Caroline's,"How Hard It Rains Now", all written during this time of lost momentum?

I'll honestly tell you that it's discouraging to see your "ship" held afloat by mostly immature writers with nothing better to do than kill whatever remains of the relationship. An obvious paranoia is talking when I think that maybe GCR appeals to a juvenile group rather than a more...sophisticated?...one.

I know that this is just a TV show; that they're only fictional characters who will die when the show ends; that none of this constitutes as "important" in the "sensible" mind.

Still, if anyone can answer any of these questions, I'd be happy to listen. :)

Thanks for your time. Have a good morning.

...springs a drenched adolescent who might be a little bit (or completely) infuriated at the fact that there is, in fact, no snow on the ground in her tiny, northern home when there should be, at the present date, at least three inches feet of it rather than what there is currently, that being enough rain to make three feet of snow, if the temperature would permit it.

(Seriously, if freezing was fifty degrees Fahrenheit instead of thirty-two, we'd all be up to our necks in snow. But it's not, unfortunately, so my pouting might just persist.)

All right, so I've not managed to do a gosh darn thing mentioned in my last ancient post, except for sending a lengthy e-mail to a certain LJ user/brilliant author that was...twenty-three thousand five-hundred words long? I think that was it.

Anyway, I just wanted to post to say Merry Christmas/Happy Chanukah (you are Jewish, right, bemorechill?) and to apologize, because I've been a lousy friend to everyone, including off-line friends, lately. (Maybe I need to apply to the Hermit Club sooner than I thought.)

However, if any of my fantastic friends wish to tell my how life's going, by all means, please do. I've not been avidly keeping my memory stocked with things mentioned in the journal entries I've been reading every so often, so I'm not exactly knowledgeable in all the details.

In response to comments in the last post:

bemorechill: Even though I never commented *shame!* on your post, I will tell you now that I hope your stresses are next to none. (Hey, I just managed to comment today. Hee! *rules at failing at LJ'ing*) Oh, and let's hope you did well on your exams... *crosses fingers*.

lemonjelly_: All right, so it's probably true that I've been the most terrible friend to you this year, with taking months to respond or not responding at all. With you, I've been pathetic at everything pretty much, especially promise-keeping, but you've managed to keep your side of the friendship going. So thank you, thank you very much. Honestly, you've got more to offer than I can probably acknowledge: You have such talent, personality, and wisdom to boot. Really, anyone to befriend you is lucky, and anyone not taking the effort to reciprocate to your friendship is...well, just stupid. (I know, I know: Self-berating is not an attractive quality, and I do have to suppress it.) Anyhow, I hoped you've had yourself an excellent year. <-- (To be quite honest, this applies to all of my friends. You guys are wonderful beyond belief, so thank you from the bottom of my heart.)

angelfirenze: Okay, so you obviously know I haven't reviewed your fanfiction, which means that this vacation, I'm going to have to give you some heavy-duty praise. (All of which you will deserve as a gifted writer and not just for being my friend. I know friend's views tend to be biased, but really, if there's anything displeasing (the chances of which are negative, to tell the truth), I'll tell you.) Your stories, along with a few others (including blushingsigh might be what get me back into the "House" groove. (I've missed several episodes and noticed a decline in the writing. [i.e., Tritter? Needs a rectal thermometer not just in his anus but in every one of his orifices, including the gaping hole in his head where his brain should be.] Anyhow, please keep authoring such great stories and being a well-rounded individual, a title that you certainly deserve.

blushingsigh: Firstly, you, AIM, and I need to make a date and keep it, because I haven't had the pleasure of speaking to you in months, a huge disgrace, really. I've left a few comments, but an AIM conversation would be absolute heaven. (Probably because your English is excellent, regardless of what your idiot teacher said, and because you're just a true and fabulous person.) Oh, and I need to review your story, too, which I should've done a while ago along with angelfirenze.

Have a nice holiday season everyone. Keep warm. Stay safe. Keep writing.

(Oh, right, and if anyone's interested, I am currently working on a fanfiction for a...different fandom. I'm not giving clues, but when you get an alert in your inbox (which might be soon enough if I can finish my touch-ups), you might be a little...shocked. :) And that's all I say.

No joking. Really, they continue to irritate me, even if I am the world's greatest hypocrite and have one.

To tell you the truth, I never actually planned on having a blog. It just, in a sense, happened. karineinthepool, who I hope enjoyed her summer, invited me to join house_cuddy, and I agreed. And that's that. Not exactly an interesting story, and one that I didn't have to tell either. *shrugs* Right now, I'm assuming that I'm suffering from a major, acute case of what the professionals call "apathy." But again, whatever. (And for all of those who have/have had this disease, yes, it tends to be irritating to one and all, especially with the repetition of the previously used word "whatever.")

Oh, speaking of stories, I still need to:

- do CSI fanfiction recommendations (which I was supposed to do in June, for goodness sakes *palmface*).
- start writing these darn original fiction ideas in my head. (Yes, original fiction. Let me dream and aim for a publication date before my seventeenth birthday. Maybe sixteenth.) :)
- send some e-mails to some people.
- do essays and whatnot for school.
- learn how to solve those stupid -- and that is the most innocuous way of saying it -- proofs in Geometry.
- review some stories...or find some decent fanfiction to review.

And this brings me to my next point: Has fanfiction.net become the home to more moronic writers who think grammar is the type of cheese of which their brains are composed or am I just complaining without justification?

Honestly, though, it's getting worse. I have one day a week, usually, where I can guarantee myself Internet use, that being Friday, and yet, when I come on, there's nothing to read. *sighs* Well, maybe not. I do need to read -- okay I already read and loved, by the way -- angelfirenze's and blushingsigh's story/stories. That is, along with everything else that I have failed in completing during the week. Really, I've never seen such large mountains of homework as those in the land of high school -- although I image college is going to be ten times worse.

Oh, and look at this! I am almost logically connecting my topics today. Maybe I should go reward myself with a freaky orange Oreo or something. I know food as an incentive is terrible, but I've had a lack of orange cookies in my diet.

Any who, the best of luck to lemonjelly_ in her application endeavors. How, with your talent, charisma, and all-out genius, could you not do well? Oh, and angelfirenze, I hope your days in the salt mine with books are going better as well.

All right, so that's about it. Did I miss anything? Probably. I could probably elaborate, but eh, after my hiatus, don't I deserve a little time to wiggle back into my cyber self? (Oh great, now I'm thinking of that stupid Jell-O pudding commercial with the wiggling kid and dancing cow. *headdesk*)

(Thank you to angelfirenze and blushingsigh for your comments.)

P.S. -- Don't...expect regular updates. Because I am a doof when it comes to doing anything regular. And if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then the answer is yes, including that...thing, too.

P.S.S. -- A huge apology to bemorechill for the ridiculous lack of commenting in...months...in your journal and for being the most boring writer in the House universe. Thank you for having the patience of a goddess.

For all readers of my fanfiction, you might take interest in this note. It’s just a bit of a declaration. That’s all.

Okay, have not updated in more than two weeks -- sixteen days to be exact. Anyway, that wasn’t the
"hiatus" of which I spoke. I don’t know when that will be. Maybe when schools starts. Trust me, I’m going to be busy. (All Honors’ classes. This ought to be quite a laugh for God. I’m going to be doing more juggling than, well, a juggler, really, if I must use a weak simile.)

Hark, though, because I bear an article…which some of my friends may not like. *blushes* Sorry, but I do agree with it. I’m just...eh, the article says all.

( The Cheapening of the F-word (Not for Avid Users of the Aforementioned Word) )

Notes to Friends

angelfirenze, I’m sorry to hear about your college troubles. (You do actually have an excuse to use "the F-bomb".)

blushingsigh, I'm going to miss you. You are such an amazing person -- talented, spiritual, loving -- and did not deserve whatever happened to you. If you ever need (or want) to talk to me, don't hesitate to drop a line. I'm here for you. I might not be the best at my timing (which is why I'm leaving you a note now), but just...if the urge strikes, send me an e-mail or leave comment, and we'll talk.

To both of you: *HUGS*

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Well, folks, I'm going on vacation for a week (hence the update), and then I'll be starting school. (Anyone want some of my "Goody-Goody Gumdrops"? There's way to much sarcasm sweet, sweet sugar in them.) Updates will be sporadic -- more sporadic? -- and the fanfiction juices might not be a-flowin' for the first few weeks. (Why do I have a sense of approaching doom?)

Well, I need to perform basic, human tasks to satisfy my basic, human needs, so I shall see everyone later. (Oh, and don't forget if you haven't already: free "You're Pitiful" downloads!

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A Couple of Questions

Everyone knows that "The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) is by REM, right? I just couldn't fit the entire thing in the space provided.

Does anyone have any clue as to when the new season of evil!CSI is starting? I haven't a clue, nor have I seen any commercials to answer my question.

Best Song/Album of the Week: "Don't Drink the Bathwater" by Placebo. Okay, I need to say this now: I am not referring to the band from the UK; I'm referring to Leslie Feist's (or just Feist's) high school band. Yes, I do own their first (and only) official release. It's such a fantastic album. If you see it anywhere (and actually like Feist as an artist) grab it and hold it for dear life, because it's rare.

(Why can't it snow? It's too hot! *jumps into a vat of ice cubes*)

...stolen my music-loving heart, and I don't care if I get it back. Really, the man is a genius.

And why, you ask, is he a genius? Because of what he has on his homepage, of course!

As you may or may not know (and I'm guessing it's the latter), "Weird Al" created a parody of James Blunt's "You're Beautiful". Unfortunately, even though Blunt gave Yankovich "his blessing" ("Al" always gets the artist's "blessing" before making the song), the suits working for Blunt's production company wouldn't allow "Weird Al" to put the song "You're Pitiful", the harmless remake of the century, on his upcoming (and already finished) album "Straight Outta Lynwood". But, hey, loopholes are God's way of saying "Screw the suits", so...

If you go to his homepage (yes, two links people), and click on any of the numerous "here" links, you will be able to download "You're Pitiful" for free. It's hilarious -- especially for people like me who truly hate the original song. (I do. It's unoriginal vocally and instrumentally, and it's my personal opinion that the order in which he makes songs into music videos depends on the quality. That's why "High" came after "You're Beautiful". It starts with the worst and becomes better as he keeps making videos.)

But to each his/her own.

Anyway, regardless of the title, this post is more about my fanfictions and now they're coming.

( Fantastically Fictional: How I'm Doing with My Works )

Spare the lj'er, use a cut. That's my logic.

(On a random note: Sister Cameron may be getting a makeover soon. I may turn her into "Sista Cameron: 'Hood Nun". It's a weak joke -- you know, like hoodlum? -- but hey, I want to see my creation with a sideways Yankees' cap, bling, and a car with major hydraulic advantages.

Well, good night, folks. I'm going to do...something.

*walks away awkwardly*

Best Song/Album Title for the Missed Weeks: "The Best of Talking Heads" by (obviously) Talking Heads. It has all your basic Talking Heads' needs, from "Psycho Killer", "Once in a Lifetime", and "And She Was". It's...too great for words.

Hello. Update time. Fun for all. Let's start by saying a few things. I'll even number them because I'm in one of those strange, strange moods.

ONE: Am trying to write Huddy. Am failing. Am not happy. Will not use a single subject in this first "thing".
TWO: I'll say it now: Something tells me I cannot "compete" with shadowfood's "Three's A Crowd". I like my story, and some people like my story, too. But apparently, many, many people are flocking over to her story -- and enjoying it quite thoroughly. Jealous? No, not really. Her characters are in character; her writing is decent; she has all the components for a story and adds in her own pizzazz. What can I say? She's not pretentious; she's concise. People like what she does. It's simple. It's in character. It's Huddy. It's what the people want. Writing is not a competition -- which is why compete is in parenthesis -- but it does feel like one sometimes.
THREE: If anyone cares, I don't know when "The Land of Qualms" will be updated. I have ideas, but not control of the words I need to write them.
FOUR: I might be writing a bit of an "essay" on why, I think, Sara is attracted to Grissom and why what happened, happened. But don't hold me to it.
FIVE: Yes, more journal has grown more pointless. I realize this. Don't be surprised if I take a little hiatus or something from updating.
SIX: I have no idea when I'll have the CSI fanfiction recommendations up and running. Trust me -- schedules and thyself, we don't mix that well.
SEVEN: Thank you to blushingsigh for the review for "Seesaw". Truly, my ego swelled dangerously. ;)
EIGHT: blushingsigh, I'm ready to beta your story. I apologize for not being online last week.
NINE: lemonjelly_, that e-mail will be to you by the twenty-eighth. I don't care if I have to forgo sleep for the next three nights. This is one promise I'm forcing myself to keep.
TEN: To help cure my writer's block, I am reading different fanfictions. The authors I'd like to thank are (and I am not going to plagiarize from you, because I'd hang myself before I did that):

wench_for_hire
lemonjelly_
allthingsholy
ijemanja

ELEVEN: lemonjelly_ I'll be sending you some music very soon. It's a shame I've been so pathetic in sending things to you.
TWELVE: Also, lemonjelly_, I've no idea when I'll be done with the drawing. I'm not even trying to guess.
THIRTEEN: blushingsigh, I don't know when I'll post a preview of "Of Sand and Cigarettes". After recently re-watching an episode, I've realized it's not exactly plausible, so I need to correct it.

And that's all for now. Good night.

Okay, why not just say it now? In Bible-esque format, of course.

Dearest Poplous of Thy Holy LiveJournalth:

It Hath Dawned upon Thyself that I, waffus, Haveth Been Unable to Scribe, and I Quoth, "OMG!hoteye!sex!" Huddy for Quite Some Timeth. (Too Longth in Thy Sarcastic Opinionth of Mine.) Now, as to Why This Mayth Be, I Am Not Sureth. Is Thou Wonderingth if It Is Because Thy Snarktastic...-th Doctor Hath Been Only Shownth in Repeats? I Didst Ponder This, and I Didst Come to the Conclusion That, Yes, Possibly, That Couldth Be a Contributing Factorth. But Wait! Didst Thou Also Wonderth If There Isth Something Else? Because if Thou Didst, Then Thou Might as Well Be a Geniusth. Thereth Is, In Fact, Another Reason. It Might Beth the Abundance of House/Cameron Fanfictionth and the Trickleth of House/Cuddy Fanfiction coming from Thy Scribes, but Alas, How Amth I to Be Sure? For I Am Only a Poor Scribe, too, if Thou Had Forgotten. (I Thinkth It Is Time to Cut Backth on the "Th's".)

Anyway, Before I Slay Thou with Boredomth, I Shalt Say This Unto Thou: I Will Tryth, like Anything, to Scribe Fanfiction, but There Are No Guaruntees. If Thy Muse Strikes, It Strikes. Unfortunately, Though, It Is Locked In a Closet With Thy Holy Central Air, for It Is a...Well, Let us Not Useth Such Words in a Bible-esque Passage.

Thank You for Your Timeth. If You Have Any Questionths/Comments/Concerns/Whateverths, Do Not Hesitate to Give a Holler Across the Heavens. I Shalt Beth Trying to Disconnect Thy Muse's Central Air, for It Is Squanderingth Way Too Much Holy Energy Juice.

-- waffus

You evil, evil, evil LJ. Evil. Vile. Which inherently means the same thing? Yes. But still, feel my wrath, because you saved the one post I didn't want you to save! *flexes chicken-wing-like arms* (Oh, and I cannot wait to start working on that picture of me defeating -- or being defeated by -- a lentil. Praise to Jade for the inspiration.)

Okay, so now to list my ailments. (A personal post? Stop the world!) The joy I feel is indescribable. *gags*

Let's see:

AILMENT ONE: A nasty, second-degree-burn on my ankle.

The Story: Guess what? Yes, our family now has a motorcycle. My dad traded his old ocean boat (pictures later) for a motorcycle. It's wonderful; it's epic; I love it; and on the first ride, I was an idiot reveling in pure ecstasy and, of course, forgot to put my right foot on the foot peg. And, yes, it resulted in a second-degree-burn which is now infected. It is disgusting. It hurts (although before, it just itched unbearably). I feel like House when I have to do my on-off limp. *cheers* Eh, anyway, it was the hottest thing I'll be touching for a long, long time, if you get my drift. (And if you don't, well, it's an obscure drift.)

AILMENT TWO: A sunburned shoulder and scalp.

The Story: ... is very boring. Went fishing. Forgot to put on sunscreen. Pure stupidity. :)

AILMENT THREE: Sporadic [insert the name of a body part that would make one heck of an alliteration] (I lied. The alliteration would actually be lame.)

The Story: I don't know. Maybe from eating a lot of vegetables and drinking lots of fluids. And I'm pretty sure you can guess of what I am speaking.

And that is all for now. Diagnosis? Thank God it's summer.

Oh yes, and I need to update "Seesaw". And work on the e-mail. And satisfy all these fanfiction ideas roaming around my sunburned brain. Two are HouseCuddy, and one is WilsonStacy. This should be interesting.

Well, as you see, my life is fairly boring. Lameville. Snoreopolis. Yawn City. And so forth.

For now, I bid you ado, and I have a feeling that I might just be editing this post. :)

Best Song/Album of the Week: "A Rush of Blood to the Head" by Coldplay. Do I really need to justify this recommendation? It's Coldplay. It's amazing. It's original. There you are.

EDIT: See? I Don't Lie...on Occasion. And Would You Believe I Was Blasphemous? (Music Now (something new and unexciting -- ignore at will: "Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground [My sister went crazy on the "'90's One Hit Wonder" iTunes Essential. And yes, this is a naughty, naughty song from my childhood, which reminds me: Jade, I've had the .zip file ready for a month or so and keep forgetting to upload it. You'll get it soon.)

lemonjelly_ knows what I mean by the last part. And the picture is coming along quite well. I already have my lentil drawn. It looks like it has a hangover, which is just all the more reason for it to be enraged, right? Thought so. And this is going to be one messed up picture. I've searched "Midol" and "Sara Sidle" -- the other (closet) One True Pairing of Mine (snark below and fanfiction coming soon involving aforementioned lentil and possibly the bear with major kudos to Jade) -- for pictures and have found some, with the picture being of "Extra Strength" Midol and the picture of Sara being one where she is really, really pissy-looking. No, really. She looks like she'd eat the hung-over lentil with a beer and a whisky shooter and then shoot the bartender. It's very funny. And I have found the shirt and hat. It is coming together like I have planned! *evil laugh* See what happens to me when I have art in me? It's as pretty as this picture is going to be -- and just as messed up.

Ew! My la blistera* is leaking puss! And I almost wrote "piss" instead of "puss"! Gr-oss. (Oh, nasty! I just sounded like a teenager there! *scrapes tongue with pumice stone*

Too much information? You know it!

(Pardon my sarcastic fangirl, white (as in flat) behind, because these are my thoughts on the Sara Sidle/Midol Pairing: "OMG!1!!!!!11 that iz sooo hott cuz there naymes rye-um w/ eech ohter!11! u r a luzer iff u dont shipp saruh & mydoll!111!")

I'm obsessed with parenthesis, ellipses ("..." <-- that thing *screams at parenthesis*), and double dashes ("--"). It's terrible. I need PA: Punctuators' Anonymous. Anyone have a phonebook? Or a website address? Maybe just a pamphlet will do. It'll look like an IM conversation with a five-year-old -- *smacks double-dash* or a fourteen-year-old putz -- without any punctuation. Except it would have capitals, giving it a one-up. Here's an example:

Non-Punctuated:

Here at PA we strongly believe in helping our punctuation obsessed friends because we ourselves at one time were destined to live the same fate Our program consists of eleven steps Spinal Tap Reference But it goes up to eleven and many of our members are cure in five fast easy weeks with the member attending three evening sessions a week Blah blah blah monkey turd blah blah blah very cheap want to go out sometime baby

Punctuated:

Here at PA, we strongly believe in helping our punctuation-obsessed friends because we ourselves at one time were destined to live the same fate. Our program consists of eleven steps -- Spinal Tap Reference!: But it goes up to eleven! -- and many of our members are cure in five fast, easy weeks, with the member attending three evening sessions a week. Blah blah blah... monkey turd... blah blah blah...very cheap... want to go out sometime, baby?


This is why my journal is here: To entertain and/or irritate the masses. Am I fulfilling my duty? If I am, leave un commento* and let me know how I'm doing. And dear God, do I feel like one of those trucks with the "How Am I Doin'?" stickers on the back. Of course!

* Waffus' Copyrighted *falls on the floor, dying of laughter* "American Spanish"; Pretty Spiffy, Eh? Like My Dead-Sexy Pocket Protector Which Does Not Exist.

And could this be considered a blooper?

Taken from IMDB.com

Actor: Currie Graham (you know, Mark, Stacy's husband, and the nut who shot Brass)

"CSI: Crime Scene Investigation"
... aka C.S.I. (USA: short title)
... aka CSI: Las Vegas (USA: syndication title)
... aka CSI: Weekends (USA: promotional title)
... aka Experts, Les (Canada: French title)
- Way to Go (2006) TV Episode .... Willie Cutler
- Bang-Bang (2006) TV Episode .... Willy Cutler
- Caged (2001) TV Episode .... Stanley Hunter

Could it be considered a blooper if the same actor is asked to play two different characters on the same TV show? I mean, it's not like he doesn't look exactly the same in "Caged", "Bang-Bang", and "Way to Go". I wonder. I assume not, but it is a possibility, isn't it?

This entry reminds me of an episode of PeeWee's Playhouse: Pointless, random, and very strange, even without PeeWee the Masterba -- Master of All Things Playhouse-y. (Dang VH1 "Forty Best Celebrity Mug Shots"!)

Oh yeah, speaking of PeeWee's Triple-X-Rated Adventure, guess what song I bought? It's very ironic, think about it...

...

"I Touch Myself" by Divinyls.

No. Comment. It's a sick song, but also a very wonderful one. Hey, it's not your ninety-nine cents, is it?

Okay, I'm done. Over with. Stick a fork in me. But what kind? Salad, regular, or whatever other kinds there are? Maybe a spoon. But an ice cream, soup, or regular one? Okay, forget it. Just sick the bear on me now. Or stick me in the faulty washing machine. Take your pick. ;)

...get a kick out of this. Or not. If you don't, well, I don't really know what's wrong with you. (And I would usually say something like, "Obviously, though, there is something wrong with you because you friended me", but no, I won't, because I love my friends -- mis amigas!(I just realized I have no guy friends on this website. Wow.) -- because they are made of amazing-oscity. And yes, yes that is a lame word that a Mary Sue/Gary Stu would use. And what is my obsession with putting things in parentheses? And putting parentheses in parentheses? And why do I keep asking questions to which I -- and you guys -- don't know the answers? Strange. Eh, I'm not going to try and make myself be quiet, because I just don't care.)

Jeez, where is "Shut Up 101"? Anyway, here you are. Oh, right. There's this, too.

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS -- THOSE SPOILERS -- FOR "WAY TO GO" (6X24), SO IF YOU WANT TO REMAIN SPOILER-FREE, DO NOT CLICK ON THE CUT, ALTHOUGH I'M FAIRLY SURE EVERYONE HAS ENOUGH COMMON SENSE TO KNOW THAT BY NOW.

This is in lieu of posting the still-unfinished recommendations, which I was supposed to finish on the thirtieth. *shrugs* It'll be up eventually.

Oh yes, and Jade: Because we both suck equally, this is dedicated to you. I'm fairly sure that sentence made no sense whatsoever, but most of my journal doesn't anyway. Actually, scratch that. This is dedicated to you because you're epic, truly epic (and yes, even though you do like Sara, you'll probably appreciate this). And also it is dedicated to anyone else, such as blushingsigh, who is disgusted by G-SR, regardless of whether or not they have even seen my journal. :) And no, this is not a fanfiction. This is something I posted at a CSI forum to which I belong.

( The Tale of Grissom's Garments (Minds out of Gutter, Folks!) )

Just my little way of "venting", I suppose. That's how it should've ended. But maybe, if Carol suddenly springs from the Dark Side, she'll put this in the opener for the Season Seven Premiere. :) *snickers*