What happened to us, CSI?



Dear CSI: Crime Scene Investigation,
What happened to us? We used to be the tightest friends around. I would watch you every week, if not religiously, than at least with a healthy dab of interest. I bought your dvd's, all the way up to Season 4. I even enjoyed helping a former girlfriend with Forensics homework using knowledge I learned from you.
Nowadays, we are like two ships passing in the night. I'm never home to watch you, it seems. When I do make the rare appearance at home on a Thursday night, and I manage to be in front of the TV, you are either no on at all, or you are repeating the one episode I have seen all season (the one with the guy who dresses like a baby).
Oh, I hear you are doing well in my absence. People won't stop telling me (as if they know we an item) about the episode directed by Tarantino, where young, hunky Nick gets kidnapped. You know, I'm a little hurt that I have expressed interest in seeing that episode, and you have yet to be nice enough to show it to me.
I know it's partially my fault that we have drifted apart, but dammit, we should both try to be big people here. Or, I should be a big person, you should be a big syndicated show.
Speaking of syndication, I see you, every once in a while, late at night when I come home from drinking at a bar alone. I suppose I could sit and watch you then, on a dark, cold saturday night, when we both should be seeking comfort with each other. But I think it cheapens what we had to sit and revisit the old times like that.
I miss you CSI, and I wish I knew how to fix this. Maybe Greg should get back into the lab. Maybe Ecklie should turn back into a sleazeball. Or maybe Grissom's team should be united again. No matter what, I see no return of the salad days, as they say. I am sorry, and I wish you well.
Nutcase
PS: I also wanted to mention, that I have been seeing Scrubs off and on for a few years. Its time to stop the lying.