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Wait, what? What's the point of using fake pockets when real pockets would be authentic and functional? Pockets are essential. My tee-shirts have pockets. My pajamas have pockets. My swim trunks have pockets.

I never suggested he was a murdering sociopath, or a bad cop. Just that he's a dick. While there may be many abrasive and assholeish people in real life, I don't have to like them, or appreciate their attitude or condone their behaviour. The slip of paper was inside the lining of the jacket, not hanging out the top pocket. I assume it took a while to find it for that reason, not because of incompetence. The lab guy said "Sorry!" after admitting he didn't know whose number it was. The words "hapless idiots" were not uttered. When I've been working all day and it's now full dark outside, and the boss that's been pissing in my cornflakes all day stops by my desk on his way home to give me more agro, then I'm an ass to my boss and refuse to do as ordered. It's happened before, and I certainly did know how to do my job. By the way, I believe a parent/guardian must be present while a minor is questioned. Is it OK to call a 15 y/o girl late at night and question her over the phone without parental involvement?

That doesn't add up, because the PearlyWhites may never again check in last, and therefore never use the Save. So, there is no practical difference between i) not giving it back to them, and ii) returning it, but they never need to use it.

The first time we ever see Carver, back in episode one, he is dealing with a member of the public regarding a cut fence (nothing to do with the murder). He is abrupt with the fence-owner, and churlish with the uniformed officer. Sure, it's easy to justify dickishness when dealing with recalcitrant witnesses or incompetent colleagues but it doesn't explain why he is dickish all the time. End of this episode, the lab guy brings him a scrap of paper with a phone number. Says he rushed over with it the instant it was found. We saw earlier that the lab was working meticulously and arduously on the clothing. Yet Carver still jumped in the guy's ass like he'd taken three days off to go to Burning Man! Best part of the series so far: "With all due respect Sir, move away from me."

Funny how they don't grab a passer-by and ask "What are the capitals..." Instead they ask "Do you have a SmartPhone?" Like, "Well, I don't know the answer, so everyone else must be a dumb-ass too!"

Lots of people have problems. Five personal friends of mine are battling with cancer, and two of them are circling the drain and know it. But they don't go around treating everyone like crap, because they know they'd never get away with it. And because they aren't that type of person to begin with. Carver has been a dickhead from the moment he got there, so as you say, the performance of his colleagues isn't the reason behind it, and any personal problem he has doesn't justify it. He's behaving like a dickhead because underneath it all, that's what he is.

Some people can quickly convince themselves that any mishap is the result of factors outside their control. After that it's easy to point the finger of blame at someone else, and continue to believe in their own incredible wonderfulness. Jim has run the race without, so far, any sort of outbursts, blow-offs, or unfortunate behaviour. But sometimes he reminds me of a pressure vessel with a stuck safety valve. He looks like he's going to explode any minute. (Those eyes!) But maybe he really is as calm on the inside, as his external behaviour indicates.

And that's the way I like it. Either an elimination is scheduled -- in which case you get eliminated -- or NO elimination is scheduled, in which case you DON'T. Mugging, Marked for elimination, Speed Bumps, etc, are all attempts to jazz up a formula that was just right from the beginning. I call for the elimination of the U-Turn, and the return of the Yield, and a Fast Forward on each leg.

Every word out of his mouth that isn't directly connected with the case -- and half the words that are -- just drip with sarcasm. The words "please" and "thank you" are unknown to him. He treats everyone like dirt. Perhaps prick would be a better word to describe him.

I don't like Carver. By all means, make the crime your first priority, but you don't have to be an )*(hole about it!

OK, thanks. (And testing it out!) ETA: Seems to work! Thanks again.

Not the one going "I'd show you where the emergency exit was, but not until you lose that attitude!"

Another reason for Nici to freak out at the finish: As her team run towards the mat, she drops her backpack, and promptly trips over it for a faceplant on (inter)national television. After the horrible day she must have had in close proximity to the passive-agressive shrew that she must call mother, I can see that being a sort of "final feather" moment. Quick query: I see some people including info with quotes -- name, posting time, etc. How??? Totally disagree.

Kym & Alli aced that economy drive. They did six times better than the next best team! I was worried when they took the icing bag, and again when Kym (wasn't it?) seemed to flounder initially with the sandwiches. Well done, ladies! So glad to see them running at the head of the pack! Jim & Misti are good racers and seem to be good people, but Jim continues to give me the willies. While waiting for Misti to finish with the sandwiches, I thought his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head and roll down his cheeks. Surely that degree of goldfish-face is unnatural? I'm somewhat annoyed that the extremely powerful Save was returned to this team to use again another day. Hopefully, this close call will instil some humility. I agree that the 30-sec. bragging flashback was superb. Speaking of sandwiches... Yum! If I lived nearby, I'd gradually work my way through the entire list! Shelly and Nici need to go home. You don't sabotage your own team while running The Amazing Race, to win points over your own daughter. And you don't freak out and back-chat Phil on the mat because your mom (who you presumably know well, by now) decides to show her asshole quotient. Of all remaining teams, these two are the team that least deserves to be on the race. Time for them to go. While I remember, let me just say that two-faced flower pot was deliciously evil. Someone deserves a bonus for thinking that one up! The dogs were beautiful, as were the Maitre D' and the greeter, in a totally different way. Also, nice to see Phil putting in an appearance as teams race past. It's something I liked in earlier legs, but didn't see last week, and I'm glad it's back.

Good point. Just to note -- Some years ago, I injured the bottoms of my feet so badly, that the doctors briefly considered amputation. Six weeks later, when everything was all healed up (and to this day) there remains no sign whatsoever of the injury. Tuesday night this week, as I walked barefoot in the garden, something punched deep into the sole of my foot. The wound bled profusely for about a minute then dried up. Next day when I went for a Tetanus shot, no visible sign of the puncture could be found. It was and is still sore and painful, but there isn't anything at all to see. Now, Danny supposedly cut himself only three weeks prior, but it is conceivable that little or no sign of the cut remain.

"He said his dad hit him." "What?!??" "Maybe twice." "Oh, my GHODD!! Call INTERPOL!! Tell Madame Tussauds they need to make room in their Chamber of Horrors!"

I watched this just last night and I can't remember anything about the plot. I recall the remark made about NYC cops. I recall the idiotic, subtle, nose-pressed-against-the-glass peeping Tom behaviour at the end. I don't recall what this weeks crime was or who was the victim or the victee. And I've been wracking my brain to recall. I hope the show was really unmemorable. Otherwise it may be early-onset Alzheimer's.

I wouldn't object to a more accurate portrayal, but I'm not going to abandon the show due to trivial (WRT the plot) inaccuracies. When a cop show scans the fingerprint database in 4 seconds with actual images flicking past on a monitor, I don't give up on the show, otherwise I wouldn't have any cop shows to watch!

So, Saturday night, Budweiser discovered that he could jump over the front wall. A skill he chose to practice repeatedly, all weekend, despite my best efforts to marshal him back and forth between the house and the yard on leashes, chains, etc. Monday morning (yesterday) I bought a load of concrete blocks to build up the wall, to try to contain him. I did my best, but the work wasn't complete by end of day. 2:00 AM he insisted on going out, and it isn't wise to refuse such a demand, so out we went. And over the wall like a flash of lightning he went. Well, it's a busy corner, but at that hour, things were quiet, and since he's impossible to catch, I decided to wait for him to come back. About two minutes later there was this horrible noise, like a crying, wailing, howling, shriek from the direction he'd gone. Turns out jumping over that wall really isn't that hard if you're motivated, and I ran up the dark road in my bare feet, wearing a pair of shorts that should never be allowed out the house, in the direction of the howling. Four strays had him cornered, and were chewing him to bits. I waded in intending to kill them all but they took one look at those shorts and departed rapidly. I'll have to kill them all later. I took Buddy home and cleaned him up with alcohol which hurt, and I think he thought I was punishing him. He's got bites all over. Six on his hind quarters, Six on his side, one on the back of his foreleg, three in his neck and three on his head. And that's only the left side, because he's lying on his right side now, and I don't want to move him, but from memory, he's got another three on his right. The majority were on the left. The vet says that it could have been so much worse, and I believe it. He's had the worst areas shaved to help ward off infection. He's had antibiotics injected at the various wound sites, and he has oral antibiotics as well as painkillers to take for the next few days. He's a pretty miserable little boy right now, and his doctor says tomorrow will be the worst. He's basically laying right in front of the fan and keeping really quiet, but accepting little pieces of ice when they're offered. I'm sprinkling the wounds with BNT every so often. He's very forlorn and sorry for himself, and I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. But he'll mend.

Correct, correct, correct, two different people, correct. The previous Secretary of State died in a plane crash. Tia was asked to take on the job. Her friend (George?) from the CIA privately tells her that the plane crash may be suspicious. By the next day, he is also dead in an inexplicable car crash.

Chekhov's Pistol. But this principle is frequently broken for effect, so don't be 100% reliant on it.

Smacks of the Kuril Islands dispute, with China standing in for the Russians. Because we all love the Russians, now! As for avoiding a shooting war... I'm not so sure. Agreed. She should have had her ass handed to her, good.

Yes, but that's really over-thinking it. "Found, foundry, foundation... Foundation! We need to go where they make ladies cosmetics!" Uh, no.

Looks like horrid cornmeal cou-cou to me, without even the redeeming salt fish. I hate that stuff, unlike most of my family. I much prefer breadfruit cou-cou -- even though it's the least imaginative thing you can do with a breadfruit. While I don't eat the stuff (cornmeal cou-cou), I'm aware that the preparation (or stirring) of a ball of cou-cou requires some considerable skill. Nobody in my family will undertake to stir a ball of cou-cou, despite all of them being crazy for the stuff as well as being pretty handy in the kitchen. It might make for a very challenging... er... challenge.

I am quite enjoying this. It isn't very deep, so I can watch while preparing or eating a meal and not miss anything vital. If it isn't the least bit realistic, I'm not terribly surprised and I don't give a toss. If I was interested in seeing a realistic portrayal of the machine of government working, I wouldn't go looking at some light weight, political drama on CBS. And I very much doubt that I'll ever run into the Secretary of State sitting on a bench, in the dark, outside the Lincoln Memorial. But I happen to like Téa Leoni and the cast, with some exceptions (and especially excepting Evan Roe who I'm hoping will soon be smothered by a cat as he lays asleep in his bed) and I've got room in my viewing schedule for a lightweight show I can watch that doesn't actually involve zombies. (Got two of them already, but one is on shaky ground.)