Every Monday night, I continue to engage in a most torturous activity... I grab a drink and a snack from the fridge, curl up on the couch in my den, and watch... CSI:Miami. You see... I despise David Caruso. You know.. David Caruso.. redhaired arrogant jackass that after one season on NYPD Blue, thought he was hot shit, and quit the show to be a movie star. Hmmmm how did that work out for ya, David? For some reason classics such as "Kiss of Death", "Jade", and "Body Count" just don't appear in my DVD collection. (Please don't think that I actually KNEW the names of those movies.. I had to imdb him.)

Apparently a Summa Cum Laude graduate of the William Shatner School of Acting, Caruso delivers the most overly dramatic lines I've ever had the misfortune to hear. The worst is at the end of the opening scene, right before the music... Here's a typical exchange:

Medical Examiner: "He almost decapitated her. He doesn't know his own power."
Caruso: "Well (dramatic pause) he's about...(dramatic pause) to know OURS."

From his office, next to the den, my husband can hear me screaming at the TV. "Aaaaaarrrrghhhhhh I fucking HATE him!!!" As usual, he laughs and asks me... why do you watch that show? As usual, I have no answer.

Actually I'm reminded of a scene from the movie "Heathers". (Winona Ryder, Christian Slater)

Veronica's dad (smoking a cigarette): "Would somebody please tell me why I smoke these damn things?"
Veronica: "Cause you're an idiot"
Veronica's dad: "Oh yeah, that's it!'

Need I say more?