"It's What Losers Put Online For People To Read"
Ah, NCIS. How I've loved spending Tuesday nights with you. You've been one of those nice shows that allows me to ease into my twilight years without too much pain. Stick Mark Harmon in something and I'm liable to forgive a multitude of other sins.
I've sat by while you killed Kate. I've been patient while you dragged in the "Israeli" woman who speaks two trunkloads of languages fluently yet still manages to mess up one English idiom per week. Whenever this happens I'm reminded of Uma Thurman's vaudeville joke gimmick from "Fox Force Five". It's a throwback to the lame TV of the 70s. But I've still watched.
I've turned an almost-blind eye to the grosstastic relationship between Mark Harmon and Lauren Holly. And I've not said one word about how Lauren Holly looks like a monkey with lipstick ever since she cut her hair short for this season.
But you, my friends, have gone too far. Last night you insulted blogs, and by extension, bloggers. You act like there are not roughly 50 million of us. In fact, more people write blogs than watch your one-foot-in-the-social-security-line show. But you have to go and insult us through the mouth of a cheerleader.
Yes, I'm burning from the insult, but not too badly. I'm also excited about the personal connection I now have to your little police procedural. You see, until last night I had no idea that the staff of the Nashville Scene wrote for NCIS. Hey, Kay, can you get me Mark Harmon's autograph?