Last night I was watching either Law and Order or some such crime show set in NYC. It's the one with the "Ping Ping" sound at every scene. The sound that creates real drama and suspense. Or so I'm told. I know that when I hear it I look up from whatever I'm doing and watch slack jawed (like a Pavlovian dog looking at a piece of steak) until the next commercial. I don't know why I watch the show. It's really silly. The poor victim is always already dead. No help there. And even though they ALWAYS figure out who done it the perp often gets away with the crime through some freaky loop hole. And when all else is lost and you think there's no way in Hades they'll figure this one out, they discover a hair. Always a hair. Last night it was a pubic hair wrapped up in a $80,000 watch. Hmmmm. From that they concluded the perp was gay. Oh yes, only gay people wrap their private hairs in their expensive watches. . .
I'll be watching next week when the Ping Ping sound tells me to. I just can't wait.
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My only knowledge of New York was from watching Law & Order. So why would I pick that city for my honeymoon, knowing that at least every week (and every day in syndication) someone dies a horribly violent death? I guess the fact that they always caught the guy even if he wasn't successfully prosecuted made me feel better. Coming from a small town makes you sort of naive, I guess!
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