Olga was actually surprised I liked CSI and spent most of my time at her house watching episodes I'd already seen. Yes, of coarse I know it's ridiculous BS. Nice looking, well dressed people who can not only do PCR and Gas Chromatography in 5 minutes, analyze fingerprints, bullets, interrogate suspects and everyfuckingthing else and still have time to make cheezy jokes. I LOVE IT!
Wolf: Password, please?
Catherine Willows: E-I-E-I-O?
Wolf: This is a private party.
Gil Grissom: Uh, we have an invitation from the Las Vegas police department.
No, I don't want to work in a crime lab. I'm content saving lives and advancing knowledge. I used to make fun of my Mom for watching it and now I have some of them memorized. Sad. I had a dream once that I was vacationing in Vegas and saved some important person's kid and got to be a dead body on CSI and I was really, really excited. Maybe I should think about shutting the fuck up before I truly humiliate myself.
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