Fuck Them CSI Shows, Man

Man, a kitten died in my hands today.

I've been up for two days straight now.

I'm hungry, but I feel sick.

I'm bored as shit.

I'm lonely.

I'm whiny.

I'm in kind of a bad mood and Travis ran out of minutes and calls me from like 7 different numbers and I can't call him back because I don't know which number to dial.

My brain is numb.

My brain is also having all this little shocky/ burny type feelings in it.

I wanna fucking do something.

I'm getting extremely annoyed with everyone and everything, especially this CSI:NY that I'm watching because they always end the same. Street-smart, tough-as-nails detectives find magic, perfectly preserved and 100% condemning evidence at every crime scene. They then form a highly improbable opinion on who the suspect is and proceed to find more magic evidence to support that theory. They bring the guy in and use coercion to try and get him to confess, only to at that moment be handed evidence that negates his involvement. They find just enough evidence to bring the real guy in, coerce the truth from him and everyone goes home happy.

Except me.

Cuz that's not how it is in real life forensic pathology.

You don't find what you need. You can't bounce your theory off of the suspect until he confesses.

You look at the evidence and you can't mold it to fit a profile.

Evidence first, profiling later.

I don't even bother with CSI Miami. Its twisted, convoluted and absurd.

CSI is great, but still has very little real world relevance or basis. Man, I'm tellin' you that you almost never find what you need. You just gotta work with what you find.

I guess that'd make a boring show.

Or something.