Late this afternoon, I saw Revenge of the Sith which ended with just enough time for me to rush home to see the thrilling two hour season finalé of CSI, directed by Quentin Tarantino. Now I'll admit that there were a couple of times when I got choked-up watching Sith, but every time they went to commercial on CSI, I finally got a chance to release the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding! Man, and I thought 24 was bad on my heart! I thought I had read somewhere that one of the CSI's was going to die, so it was painful watching Nick being buried alive, praying that Gil and the gang will get there in time to rescue him, but always having that nagging memory of what I read. "Nick is going to die. They're not going to get there in time to save him," it kept telling me over and over again, pushing enough of my emotional trigger points to cause tears to well in my eyes.
Ala Luke Skywalker, I nearly shouted, "That's not true. That's impossible!"
Well you know what?
The memory lied!!
Yes, boys and girls, Catherine, Warrick, Greg, Sara, and Gil were able to save Nick from being buried alive and before he was eaten by fire-ants, or put a bullet through his head, or was blown-up (which probably would have taken the rest of the CSIs with him, since they were in the middle of un-burying him at the time.
Alas, all is not happy in my TV viewing world. One of the team on NCIS (the most underrated show on television, btw) is going to "pay the ultimate price." I really don't want any of them to die, but I have this bad feeling that Kate will be the one picking up the check by the end of the episode.
Anyway, that's it for tonight. Hope you all caught the Jetsons reference in the subject line.