Sunday, February 13, 2011

Every NCIS episode in the history of forever. For Hamish Coy


Like all crime dramas and House episodes, NCIS has a standard formula that it tends to go by. This is that formula:

The typical NCIS episode begins in typical crime drama fashion with an on-screen murder or the discovery of a dead body (usually a marine or sailor) by an average person or persons otherwise completely unrelated to the rest of the plot. After the introduction, the scene switches to the NCIS squadroom, where Gibbs' crew, the Major Crimes Response Team; currently composed of an ex-Baltimore cop with commitment issues, a computer geek/author with confidence issues, and an ex-Mossad assassin with trust issues; are having a conversation that introduces the episode's subplot that helps flesh out one of the character's life outside of work, when Gibbs marches in carrying a cup of coffee - the liquid that pumps through his veins instead of blood - announcing that a body has been discovered and ordering them to grab their crime-solving gear.

The team, along with the rambling old medical examiner, Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard and his assisstant, Jimmy Palmer, arrive at the crime scene and point out how the poor son of a bitch died while the team gathers and photographs evidence. After they return to the squadroom, Gibbs begins barking out orders telling his team to get him credit and banking statements, to contact the family of the departed, and to go over the victim's phone records. With the naked corpse of the victim in the morgue's background, Ducky gives Gibbs a more complete version of how the victim died, along with a loosely related tangent about his action-packed life before he started having empathetic conversations with the people he autosies for a living.




Half-way through Ducky's story, Gibbs gets impatient and leaves the autopsy room without a word to visit his replacement daughter, the caffiene-addicted goth forensic specialist, Abby Scuito. After a touching father - daughter scene involving Gibbs enabling Abby's addiction with caffienated soda to make her work faster, Abby tells Gibbs what forensic evidence she has for him while using technical terms that confuse and annoy the borderline luddite Gibbs. After Abby gives him the bottomline, Gibbs leaves Abby's lab and goes back to the squadroom to hear what information his underlings have for him. At this point, the subplot resurfaces and usually involves some funny dialogue to lighten the mood, which is completely unheard of in any other cop crime drama


Then, using a system only he completely understands, Gibbs divides his team into pairs, one party going to interview witnesses and suspects and the other continuing the desk work. After that's done, they determine who the main suspect is from the information they have and bring him in to be interrogated. Since crime dramas have to last 40 minutes and not 25, this person is never the actual killer. Instead they provide Gibbs' team with a vital clue or the name of the real culprit, who the team then begins tracking. Surprise! The culprit is that seemingly unimportant asshole whose name you can't even remember from the first 10 minutes of the episode!(Heres where your hope that this show is the real deal should begin to fade, Hamish..)

Abby will then call from her lab to tell Gibbs more caffiene-fueled science jargon, confirming that the person they're chasing really is the killer. When they confront the killer, the culprit is given two choices, surrender to Gibbs or die. With the case wrapped up, the scene shifts back to the squadroom where they conclude the subplot with more humorous banter. This is the only time in the show Gibbs is allowed to give a sincere, non-sarcastic smile.

If after this carefully compiled formula of every NCIS episode ever, surely you can see the light. You don't need to watch NCIS anymore.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Just found out!

i just found out that 'lord voldemort' is actually pronounced 'voldemor'
because in freanch voldemort means 'flight from death' appealing to his goals of immortality, and also being his name rearanged. and that JK rowling divulged in an interview she was mad at the movie producers for pronouncing it wrong so now the whole world says it wrong, except for her.

i will now say voldemor.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Before you judge

Now before you judge me yes i know i have already adressed 'random'

But it's come up again, and in a way more annoying than i thought possible.
You see on facebook, i recieved a request to do a quiz entitled 'the most random quiz EVER!!'
Now being curious i tried it, and the questions you could tell were forced random, people who try and try and try to be random but only suceed in saying something off topic, never something truely 'random' (if there is such a thing) . Things like.

1. What would you do if barney walked into the room?
Hit him
throw a beer at him
look bored

Now i don't know why this annoyed me so much, maybe it's my time of the month, maybe not. BUT what really put the icing on the cake a raw annoyance was the last 2 questions.

9. Was this quiz random?

10. Was it a little annoying?

... there was a point to this rant, maybe you can pick it up and express your true feelings for the word 'random'.

A little bit of a dilema

So yesterday i was out with a friend and jonesing for some sushie, so we went up to sushi fusion in randwick. It wasn't that full, yet i really do hate sushi trains because i never like all the exotic things they put out and feel rude leaving without haveing something- story of my life, i run away. Then i went over to some other sushi shop opposite it, and it was a small shop. It was packed with asians (swear i'm not racist) but i looked in, all the stuff looked good, took 2 steps in and the bell that lets the shop keeper know some has come in rang, and everyone looked at me. I turned as quick as i could and got the hell out of that shop. Now i don't know what did it, weather it was the absence of white people or their pentrating stares, but i am never going near that shop again. I felt toooooo out of place.
Don't really know if there was a point to this rant but this shop made me feel really uncomfortable, then my friend got really mad at me because i had been talking about wanting sushi all morning and had finally 'acted' on it.

Well that probably sounds horridly racist, but meh.
I wonder how many of you would feel out of place in a sushi shop with no australians what so ever.

Damn public transport

why is it that no matter how many seats are available that invariably you will always get some lonely old guy sitting next to you see he can memorize your scent and remember he had human once upon a time when he is feeling low. And this might happen with you aswell, but i'm never game enough to move. Ever. Once i'm finally off the bus, a white van with tinted windows will pass and i'll be reminded of the high concentration of peado's in randwick and run like hell.


watch out, peado vans.

Running away

If there is a situation where your angry enough to run away from home, why is it your awlays back withing 20 minutes? or 5 minutes? is it the inabilitty to stay mad at some one long enough to create an effective 'I've run away and i'm never coming back!'? As for me, i can't stay mad long enough to be up the corner of our street.

Such is life.

My mistake

Having to say 'my mistake' when it was clearly someone else's

shouldering the blame is for the weak