CSI

CSI : NY is the latest craze, and i think this one's going to last. it's still on tv for one thing, new episodes come out every week.

i keep looking for dead bodies everywhere; in the subway, in the fire escape behind my office, in the large slanting wall cavities on the h'smith & city line platform at baker street station (what ARE those things?). i was flinching as i loaded the dishwasher in the office kitchen, subconsciously waiting for the hooded attacker to sneak up. i jumped at shadows as i locked up the office door, last out. on the tube a kid with a huge backpack seemed to be eyeing us carefully, deciding if he wanted to detonate his bomb just yet.

living inside tv shows is very dangerous; your boss can suddenly ask you a question about the proposal you should be working on, and the answer isn't written in the dimples of detective don flack.