Lie To Me

Last night was the premiere of a show I had been anticipating for quite some time, Lie To Me. It's pretty common knowledge in my social circle that I'm a geek for crime shows, with bias towards CSI (Las Vegas) and Dexter. I feel I can relate to the "lonely geniuses" of the world (please, do not take that as I'm calling myself a genius. I write about bacon, for goodness sake.) I love the Gil Grissoms and Dexter Morgans of the world, those who throw themselves into their work and often sacrifice personal joys for the common good. (I suppose you could loosely debate this with Dexter, but that's the general idea, so just go with the flow, okay?)

Tim Roth plays Cal Lightman, a similar lonely genius of the world. With a keen eye, incredibly impressive observation skills, and expert analysis of the human body language as a whole, he makes for a very interesting television character. While some might view him with awe, or prehaps jealousy, I almost felt bad for him. To quote the movie Spiderman, "With great power comes great responsibilty." It could be viewed as a curse to constantly know when people were being honest of dishonest. I am interested to see where they take that concept.


The entire cinematography of the show is fantastic. I love the close-ups and slow motion replays that help you "get inside" Lightman's head a little easier, to see the world how he sees it. The soundtrack fits quite well, which is quite a bit deal for me to say, actually. I also like the dialogue, I think the entie script flows well. It's humorous when it needs to be, but is able to be serious when the situation calls for it. Overall, I enjoyed the pilot very much, and it makes me excited for the future of this television show, as well as hope that it continues to raise the bar each week, and avoids cancellation. However, I feel that after the original "Whoa, that's so cool!" effect of this show wears off, it should have some serious character development, lest it becomes just another observant detective show that takes itself a little too seriously.

All in all, I'm looking forward to this show very much, and am excited about the future direction of Lie To Me. Here's hoping Fox won't play their "cancel an amazing show because we can" card. Assuming, of course, that it can live up to its pilot.

The BLT Desire

Let me start off by stating that I find the BLT to be one of mankind's greatest achievements. The combination of the bacon, with the toasted bread, and the crunchy lettuce. Mmmm.

As I stumbled into my kitchen this morning, I discovered that I had cooked a pound of bacon last night, and promptly forgotten about it. This, of course, started the desire for the BLT. I got out the bacon, the mustard, mayonnaise, cheese, lettu...wait. Where's the lettuce? We're out of lettuce. Okay, I'll survive. Now to just toast the bread.....where's the bread? We're out of bread.

Naturally, this upset me slightly more than the lettuce. You can have a BT, but without bread?! Eh, not so much. However, the BLT madness had struck. I. Needed. Bacon.

First, I placed a strip of bacon on the plate. Then I would cut off a piece of cheese and place it on the bacon. After that, I added a mustard / mayonnaise mixture to the top. Then I ate it. I refer to it as an "orgy in my mouth."

All in all, it was satisfying enough to rid me of my BLT desire, but not enough to replace the classics. However, clean up was a mess, and I am wiping off the counter I move a bag.....full of bread.

Forgiveness?

I'm sorry I'm a non-conformist. I'm sorry that threatened you. I'm sorry that I like weird music that isn't everyday commonplace. I'm sorry that I didn't want to watch your stupid, pointless movies with you. I'm sorry half of what I said were quotations from someone else. I'm sorry that you couldn't accept me for who I was without forcing me to be like you. I'm sorry that I was actually happy around you. I'm sorry that I couldn't wallow with you. I'm sorry that I wanted to get up and DO something, BE someone. I'm sorry that I enjoy being happy and can't sit around feeling sorry for myself every day for the rest of my life. I'm sorry that what happened, happened.

But what I should REALLY be sorry for?

The fact that I am now happy, and you're still stuck in your depressed mode.

You could fix it if you wanted to, if you really, really tried and made an effort.


I'm not sorry for that.