An interesting shake-up on Survivor: Gabon. Take one strong team and one weak team, shuffle them up and get: one apparently strong team and one apparently weak team. What are some of those players thinking, sitting around while they’re getting whopped in an elimination challenge. And then they vote out one of their strongest players? WTF? By comparison, Sugar got off easy. Being banished to “Exile Island” was no hardship for her, it seems. The previews for next week look interesting, with one of the players “going missing.”
I don’t normally watch C.S.I.: NY, but the first few minutes of this week’s episode looked interesting, with the murder aboard the plane, so I recorded it and watched it last night. It was okay, but I have no investment in any of the characters, so it didn’t mean much.
On the other hand, C.S.I. did it exactly right. They had the option, I suppose, of stretching the “Who Shot Warrick?” thread out for weeks, but instead opted to wrap it up right away and get on with business. The shift in suspicions from patsy to the real killer seemed a little facile, but perhaps that’s only because we knew who the killer really was. William Peterson has come a long way since his days in Manhunter. The scene where he’s holding Warrick is such a mixture of grief and rage—the way his teeth jut out in that shot was chilling. And his eulogy—just wow. Overall, I thought the cast’s performances were exceptional. All the different ways of dealing with grief.
I did a little more work on the family tree this morning. It’s interesting to me how little record there is of some people. One of my great aunts married a guy named Einar Hagfors, and you think that he’d show up in other people’s family trees, but I can only find him in one place, in addition to the social security records of his death. I have no idea who his family was, only his wife’s name and their daughter.
It’s a little hard not to stare at the DOW plots with the fascination of watching a slow-motion car wreck. On paper, we’re all losing scads of money, but it’s to the point where you almost have to just put your hands over your eyes and go la-la-la. Might have to do that for a couple of years, which could get really annoying…
