Here are a couple of slideshows of Goren & Eames as they go about tracking down the smarmy perp in this episode from Season 1. This one had a lot of twists and turns and a couple of roadblocks thrown in to boot...from the feds. It was oh so interesting to watch them pick their way through the maize of clues to the ultimate satisfying conclusion.
I especially liked Deakins' line about Bobby's "magic gut." I've got news for the Captain, however. I've got a sneaking suspicion that the dear boy has a "wand" that's got a bit of magic in it as well. Hey, don't blame me. It's Sunday night...it's been a long weekend.
Partners Slideshow - "The Insider" - Part I
Partners Slideshow - "The Insider" - Part II
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Eames & "The Insider"
I've been working on "The Insider" off and on all weekend, so I shall start as I usually do with a slideshow devoted entirely to Detective Eames. Loved her line about wanting a foot massage from Derek Jeter. Personally, I'd rather have one from that tall drink of water sidekick of hers, but then there's no accounting for taste, is there?
Eames Slideshow - "The Insider"
Eames Slideshow - "The Insider"
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The BIG Game
One sure way to know that Thanksgiving is just around the corner is that time honored tradition known as the Ohio State - Michigan football game. The Buckeyes vs. the Wolverines. Shouldn't be much of a contest, huh, considering one is a nut and the other a beastly animal that rips flesh from the bone. But the buckeye is poisonous, so I suppose that helps even the playing field...so to speak. This year's game will take place in Columbus and the kick off is at noon at the "Horseshoe" on the Ohio State campus. They pack 100,000 people (more or less) in that place...which is both fascinating and scary at the same time.
Anyway, I almost forgot about the game today, which is tantamount to sacrilege in my family. I don't know why, really. I mean, none of my immediate family went to school there. Well, my nephew Chad did for one semester, but that's it. I am, in fact, a Bobcat not a Buckeye. Nevertheless, one would think we were all alumni given the number of OSU sweatshirts, jerseys, hats, blankets, and other assorted paraphernalia that finds its way under our Christmas Trees each year.
I have to admit that I get caught up in the hoop-la surrounding the "big game" as well as its storied past. Names such as Woody Hayes, Bo Schembechler, and Archie Griffin come to mind, and what Ohioan worth his/her salt doesn't get a little "verklempt" watching the "Best Damn Band In The Land" perform "Script Ohio?" I still remember the first time I saw it performed in person.
It was 1976, a Sunday night at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was, in fact, prior to a World Series game between the Reds and Yankees. (The Reds swept 'em in four that year, but I digress.) The grounds crew laid down big strips of white tape on the astroturf to mark off the lines and, when they announced what was about to happen, the crowd went WILD. It...was...great! I have had the pleasure to witness it firsthand several times since then, but one never forgets one's first time.
So, in just a few minutes, the competition that is billed as "the greatest rivalry in sports" will begin. I truly do not care who wins...I just hope it's a good game. One thing is an absolute certainty...emotions will be running high on both sides of the line of scrimmage...it should be a good one.
I found a couple of YouTube videos to "commemorate" the event, including the aforementioned Script Ohio. It is worth watching. I'll just end with these parting refrains of the Ohio State Fight Song:
"Slash through to victory,
we cheer you as you go.
Our honor defend,
we will fight to the end
for O-HI-O!"
Script Ohio
Posted by crashoveride1288.
A Little Trash Talk
Posted by Luv2BDiffrnt.
Anyway, I almost forgot about the game today, which is tantamount to sacrilege in my family. I don't know why, really. I mean, none of my immediate family went to school there. Well, my nephew Chad did for one semester, but that's it. I am, in fact, a Bobcat not a Buckeye. Nevertheless, one would think we were all alumni given the number of OSU sweatshirts, jerseys, hats, blankets, and other assorted paraphernalia that finds its way under our Christmas Trees each year.
I have to admit that I get caught up in the hoop-la surrounding the "big game" as well as its storied past. Names such as Woody Hayes, Bo Schembechler, and Archie Griffin come to mind, and what Ohioan worth his/her salt doesn't get a little "verklempt" watching the "Best Damn Band In The Land" perform "Script Ohio?" I still remember the first time I saw it performed in person.
It was 1976, a Sunday night at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was, in fact, prior to a World Series game between the Reds and Yankees. (The Reds swept 'em in four that year, but I digress.) The grounds crew laid down big strips of white tape on the astroturf to mark off the lines and, when they announced what was about to happen, the crowd went WILD. It...was...great! I have had the pleasure to witness it firsthand several times since then, but one never forgets one's first time.
So, in just a few minutes, the competition that is billed as "the greatest rivalry in sports" will begin. I truly do not care who wins...I just hope it's a good game. One thing is an absolute certainty...emotions will be running high on both sides of the line of scrimmage...it should be a good one.
I found a couple of YouTube videos to "commemorate" the event, including the aforementioned Script Ohio. It is worth watching. I'll just end with these parting refrains of the Ohio State Fight Song:
"Slash through to victory,
we cheer you as you go.
Our honor defend,
we will fight to the end
for O-HI-O!"
Script Ohio
Posted by crashoveride1288.
A Little Trash Talk
Posted by Luv2BDiffrnt.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
My Dermatologist Is A Republican
Okay, so maybe that is not the “sexiest” of titles, but it was the best I could come up with on this cold, dreary day in Cincinnati, Ohio. This is one of those stories I didn’t take the time to recount when it actually happened, but it has been “nagging” at me, so I’m thinking there’s no time like the present. Besides, once I get this out of the way, I can get back to “playing” with Bobby, so I’ve got some incentive here.
Anyway, back in August, I made a trip to the dermatologist to have a “questionable” mole removed. While I was there, I went ahead and made an appointment to go back to have several more moles, bumps, and skin tags removed from my face, neck, chest and back in mid-October.
At the time of the initial office visit, Dr. Greenwald gave me a prescription for a numbing cream that I was instructed to apply to all the moles I wanted removed one hour before the scheduled appointment. The prescription also included some rather…I thought…peculiar directions. You see, after applying the ointment, I was to wrap the areas in Saran Wrap. Oh, goody. Not only did I have to become a contortionist to spread on this unctuous salve, but then I was expected to wrap myself up like some ginormous mutant deli sandwich and ride through the streets of Cincinnati to boot.
Sigh…I hate my life.
But as luck would have it, Dr. Greenwald graciously informed me that I could come in an hour before the scheduled surgery, bring all the stuff with me, and one of her staff would assist me. So, come the day of the appointment, I gathered up the goo and the wrap and trundled off to the doctor.
True to her word, I sat in the waiting room for no more than five minutes before a very nice woman summoned me back to one of the exam rooms. Her name was Debbie, and she chatted away as she very solicitously applied dollops of the numbing cream to various parts of my body with an extra long Q-tip. Every now and then, she would pause and take a step back and look at me. This maneuver prompted me to comment that she reminded me of an artist admiring her handiwork, and I was like this big ol’ three dimensional canvass.
Talk about your abstract art. Luckily, I won’t be hanging in a gallery near you anytime soon, or like…ever.
After Debbie finished dabbing on the "Spackle," she dutifully applied the Saran Wrap and then left to attend to other patients. So, there I sat, alone in the exam room with only my thoughts to keep me company. It is times such as these that one’s rambling thoughts are given to much speculation. I mean, it is 2008 after all. We’re supposed to be one of the most medically advanced countries in the world, and this is the best we can come up with as a means to deaden the pain of a minor surgical procedure? I’m thinking we can do better.
Anyway, eventually Debbie came back to interrupt my pensive ruminations and escort me to the exam room where the surgery would be performed. By this time, I was growing weary with all the waiting and was ready to get this show on the road, so I was relieved when Dr. Greenwald entered the room a few minutes later.
Just like the last time, she was friendly and chatty. Like I said before, I think she tries to carry on a conversation to keep the patient’s mind off what is being done to them. The last time, she numbed both areas with a needle, but since I had so many “blemishes” to be removed this visit, she opted to go with “ye old” freezing method. She had a canister of liquid nitrogen with which she proceeded to “spray” me.
Forget the canvass I mentioned earlier, now I was feeling rather more like the side of a house being spray painted. And I gotta tell ya…the numbing cream…didn’t numb so much. It did okay, I guess, to the areas where it had been applied. But the “spray” had a tendency to wander beyond the intended area, and it stung like heck...like hundreds of little bee stings nailing you at the same time. About two minutes into this process, I was wishing I had just left well enough alone.
But you know, as "they" say: in for a penny in for a pound. I sucked it up…determined to persevere. About this time, Dr. Greenwald had moved around to my back, and she was working on a rather large mole that would have to be burned off rather than frozen. So, as she sticks me with the needle, she asks me if I had watched the “debate” the previous evening. (She was referring to the final debate between Obama and McCain.)
Now, as I have mentioned before, I hate politics. Let me say that again lest you do not fully comprehend the intensity of my sentiment. I HATE POLITICS! I seldom discuss them with people who share my political beliefs…let alone with virtual strangers. No good can come of it, I tell ya. And I almost never, ever watch debates. I hate those, too.
So, when Dr. Greenwald asked me if I had watched the debate, I told her, “No.” I went on to explain that I hate debates, that I already knew who I was voting for, therefore, I thought I would spare myself the agony of watching. Then, out of the blue, Dr. Greenwald offered this totally unsolicited declaration, “Well, I certainly hope you’re not voting for Obama.”
Awkward silence on my part.
Then Dr. Greenwald added, “I really think he will ruin our country if he’s elected president.”
Okay, this is when a part of me wanted to come back with a well thought out, concise yet totally pertinent and snappy one-liner as to the present state of our country that has been pretty much laid to waist by the present REPUBLICAN administration, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, I opted to employ a simple stratagem that has served me well my whole life and has gotten me through so many uncomfortable situations…humor.
As the smell of burning flesh…my burning flesh…permeated the exam room, I just chuckled and said, “Hey, you’re the one with the blow torch…I’ll vote for whoever you want me to.”
And that was that…potential ugly situation avoided. Perhaps the next time I have to schedule a visit with the good doctor, she will choose a more "neutral" topic to discuss. You know, something like... religion.
Anyway, back in August, I made a trip to the dermatologist to have a “questionable” mole removed. While I was there, I went ahead and made an appointment to go back to have several more moles, bumps, and skin tags removed from my face, neck, chest and back in mid-October.
At the time of the initial office visit, Dr. Greenwald gave me a prescription for a numbing cream that I was instructed to apply to all the moles I wanted removed one hour before the scheduled appointment. The prescription also included some rather…I thought…peculiar directions. You see, after applying the ointment, I was to wrap the areas in Saran Wrap. Oh, goody. Not only did I have to become a contortionist to spread on this unctuous salve, but then I was expected to wrap myself up like some ginormous mutant deli sandwich and ride through the streets of Cincinnati to boot.
Sigh…I hate my life.
But as luck would have it, Dr. Greenwald graciously informed me that I could come in an hour before the scheduled surgery, bring all the stuff with me, and one of her staff would assist me. So, come the day of the appointment, I gathered up the goo and the wrap and trundled off to the doctor.
True to her word, I sat in the waiting room for no more than five minutes before a very nice woman summoned me back to one of the exam rooms. Her name was Debbie, and she chatted away as she very solicitously applied dollops of the numbing cream to various parts of my body with an extra long Q-tip. Every now and then, she would pause and take a step back and look at me. This maneuver prompted me to comment that she reminded me of an artist admiring her handiwork, and I was like this big ol’ three dimensional canvass.
Talk about your abstract art. Luckily, I won’t be hanging in a gallery near you anytime soon, or like…ever.
After Debbie finished dabbing on the "Spackle," she dutifully applied the Saran Wrap and then left to attend to other patients. So, there I sat, alone in the exam room with only my thoughts to keep me company. It is times such as these that one’s rambling thoughts are given to much speculation. I mean, it is 2008 after all. We’re supposed to be one of the most medically advanced countries in the world, and this is the best we can come up with as a means to deaden the pain of a minor surgical procedure? I’m thinking we can do better.
Anyway, eventually Debbie came back to interrupt my pensive ruminations and escort me to the exam room where the surgery would be performed. By this time, I was growing weary with all the waiting and was ready to get this show on the road, so I was relieved when Dr. Greenwald entered the room a few minutes later.
Just like the last time, she was friendly and chatty. Like I said before, I think she tries to carry on a conversation to keep the patient’s mind off what is being done to them. The last time, she numbed both areas with a needle, but since I had so many “blemishes” to be removed this visit, she opted to go with “ye old” freezing method. She had a canister of liquid nitrogen with which she proceeded to “spray” me.
Forget the canvass I mentioned earlier, now I was feeling rather more like the side of a house being spray painted. And I gotta tell ya…the numbing cream…didn’t numb so much. It did okay, I guess, to the areas where it had been applied. But the “spray” had a tendency to wander beyond the intended area, and it stung like heck...like hundreds of little bee stings nailing you at the same time. About two minutes into this process, I was wishing I had just left well enough alone.
But you know, as "they" say: in for a penny in for a pound. I sucked it up…determined to persevere. About this time, Dr. Greenwald had moved around to my back, and she was working on a rather large mole that would have to be burned off rather than frozen. So, as she sticks me with the needle, she asks me if I had watched the “debate” the previous evening. (She was referring to the final debate between Obama and McCain.)
Now, as I have mentioned before, I hate politics. Let me say that again lest you do not fully comprehend the intensity of my sentiment. I HATE POLITICS! I seldom discuss them with people who share my political beliefs…let alone with virtual strangers. No good can come of it, I tell ya. And I almost never, ever watch debates. I hate those, too.
So, when Dr. Greenwald asked me if I had watched the debate, I told her, “No.” I went on to explain that I hate debates, that I already knew who I was voting for, therefore, I thought I would spare myself the agony of watching. Then, out of the blue, Dr. Greenwald offered this totally unsolicited declaration, “Well, I certainly hope you’re not voting for Obama.”
Awkward silence on my part.
Then Dr. Greenwald added, “I really think he will ruin our country if he’s elected president.”
Okay, this is when a part of me wanted to come back with a well thought out, concise yet totally pertinent and snappy one-liner as to the present state of our country that has been pretty much laid to waist by the present REPUBLICAN administration, but cooler heads prevailed. Instead, I opted to employ a simple stratagem that has served me well my whole life and has gotten me through so many uncomfortable situations…humor.
As the smell of burning flesh…my burning flesh…permeated the exam room, I just chuckled and said, “Hey, you’re the one with the blow torch…I’ll vote for whoever you want me to.”
And that was that…potential ugly situation avoided. Perhaps the next time I have to schedule a visit with the good doctor, she will choose a more "neutral" topic to discuss. You know, something like... religion.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A Post Office Miracle
Okay, so maybe "miracle" is too significant a term to use in this situation, but regardless of what you want to call it, I'm still scratching my head over this one. You see, Monday morning, I put two movies in the mail to return to "NetFlix." The next morning, I received the standard email notification from them alerting me to the fact they had received said movies.
What's so noteworthy about that, you may ask? Well, Tuesday was "Veteran's Day" and the banks and federal offices and the Post Office were all closed that day. So, how the heck did these puppies get delivered when no one was working on Tuesday? That's my first question. It gets curiouser and curiouser.
Later that day, I received another email from "Netflix," telling me that the next two movies on my "queue" were being mailed for delivery on Thursday. That sounded about right since...you know...there was no mail delivery or pick-up on Tuesday.
So, you can then...perhaps...imagine my surprise when I returned home from work Wednesday evening to find two bright red "NetFlix" envelopes laying on the floor in front of my apartment door. I still can't figure this one out. I mean, the Post Office I'm familiar with simply is not that efficient. Hey, I'm still waiting on a Christmas card that was mailed in 1982 for cryin' out loud.
What's so noteworthy about that, you may ask? Well, Tuesday was "Veteran's Day" and the banks and federal offices and the Post Office were all closed that day. So, how the heck did these puppies get delivered when no one was working on Tuesday? That's my first question. It gets curiouser and curiouser.
Later that day, I received another email from "Netflix," telling me that the next two movies on my "queue" were being mailed for delivery on Thursday. That sounded about right since...you know...there was no mail delivery or pick-up on Tuesday.
So, you can then...perhaps...imagine my surprise when I returned home from work Wednesday evening to find two bright red "NetFlix" envelopes laying on the floor in front of my apartment door. I still can't figure this one out. I mean, the Post Office I'm familiar with simply is not that efficient. Hey, I'm still waiting on a Christmas card that was mailed in 1982 for cryin' out loud.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Vincent At Work
Why is it I am never in the right place at the right time? Why is it I am never in New York when USA is filming Goren episodes of LOCI? Ah well, at least some lucky person is far more fortunate than I and had the presence of mind to snap this wonderful, candid photo of Vincent D'Onofrio on the streets of New York City.
I simply adore "candid" photos of this man. He's so purty.
With mucho thanks to The Reel for pointing me in the direction of this photo and to Zillustration for snagging the photo and sharing it with the VDO world.
I simply adore "candid" photos of this man. He's so purty.
With mucho thanks to The Reel for pointing me in the direction of this photo and to Zillustration for snagging the photo and sharing it with the VDO world.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Hot And Wild
No, neither term applies to me. Bobby, on the other hand, is another matter entirely. I got this in an email update for my YouTube subscriptions. All I can say is, what a lovely way to start off my Saturday. Thank you, thank you, Jazzy. You always do great work, but I have to say that this is one of my favorites.
Here is Bobby being...well...hot and wild.
You know, I am not...by any stretch of the imagination...a fan of guns. That being said, there is just something about Bobby with a gun in his hand that makes me go all weak in the knees. I don't know. At least he's a cop...he's allowed/supposed to have a gun. Oh, well. As I said, video credits go to jazzylin. So glad to see you're back.
Here is Bobby being...well...hot and wild.
You know, I am not...by any stretch of the imagination...a fan of guns. That being said, there is just something about Bobby with a gun in his hand that makes me go all weak in the knees. I don't know. At least he's a cop...he's allowed/supposed to have a gun. Oh, well. As I said, video credits go to jazzylin. So glad to see you're back.
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