- You know the biographies of ALL the personnel from the CSI website
- You never work (or go out) Thursday nites because you'll miss CSI (although you tape it anyway)
- You can't sleep knowing that something exciting is going to happen on the next episode
- Your friend asks you about the episode with "the sparkling room thingie," and you don't even have to think about it before informing them they're thinking of Scooba Doobie-Do.
- Your puppy is called VEGAS as a compromise, because none of your kids could stop arguing over whether it was gonna be called Grissom, Warrick, Greggo or Nicky......
- You start knocking on walls in hope of finding a dead body between them
- You walk around with a Mag-lite
- You change your lighting to UV lighting, just to see those stains in your carpet
- You dust for prints in your knife drawer
- You wrap your house with yellow crime-scene tape
- You wear latex gloves while at home
- You suddenly study chemistry to understand more about those chemical reactions
- You learn Photoshop so you can make wallpapers out of the pics you have
- You've changed your quote from "Smile at the world, and the world will smile back" to "Concentrate on what cannot lie... The evidence"
- When you were a kid, you wanted to be an astronaut. Now you want to be a CSI
- When you are the leader of a group, you think, "What kind of a leader should I be? Gris Style or Horatio?"
- You stare at Grissom's eyeglasses and Horatio's shades, then search for the exact pair (or at least close to it!)
- You plan on living in Las Vegas or Miami
- Your choice of car? The one like Horatio has
- You have a jacket, with the word "Forencics" written on the back
- You'd even settle for a shirt with the same word
- You read HAMLET, cause it was mentioned that HORATIO came from the name of Hamlet's best bud, Horatio
- You got arrested when found crossing the yellow tape
- You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to CSI
Oubliette - (noun, french) a little place of forgetting. A small, windowless room where someone is locked away, forgotten, left to go mad.
This is my personal place to rant and rave like the lunatic I am, my oubliette. It's dark, quiet, and I come here to forget about things. Or maybe to remember them. After all, where does insanity end, and insight begin?
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
you know you're addicted to csi when...
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