i have been addicted to csi: crime scene investigation like it’s nobody’s business. i’ve been watching it so much that i’ve started looking at everything happening around me as if i myself were a criminologist. i see people drinking from pop cans and i think “ooh, they’re leaving epithelial evidence all over that can!” or i can be taking the bus and scanning my environment for possible suspects of a previous crime. shows like this make me wish i didn’t pursue arts in university and, rather, jumped on the science bandwagon with all of the other geeks.

the whole cast of csi is excellent, but, with the desire to carry on the tradition of my strange attraction fascination with older, fatter men (e.g., tony soprano), i find the character of gil grissom the most interesting. which is weird because i hated william peterson (the actor) in such shitty movies as the skulls and fear. grissom, like that pretentious prick lex luthor from the wb’s smallville, spouts philosophical and shakespearean quotes at his whim — only grissom makes it look cool. i’ve only watched seasons one and two up until this point, but i’ve caught a few episodes of csi’s fourth season and i can’t say with all honesty that i’m enjoying grissom’s new chin pubes. i don’t have a problem with older men; i do, however, have a problem with older men who look like santa claus. that doesn’t quite do it for me.

i really need to get my men & geeks section up and running so as to chronicle my strange attractions fascinations with the opposite sex.

addendum: movie review for hope springs is up.