I agree with you about the corpse porn. I just can't watch any of the CSI shows any longer (or NCIS), for fear that I'd throw up from the sight of the dissected bodies in that specifically perverted kind of full-frontal nudity.
And perverted psychokillers actually bore me to the death. I think I'll stick to the German cop shows - they may be lame sometimes, these semi-documentaries, but at least you can have dinner while watching them. Also, some of them have actual cops playing themselves, and they don't wear Armani suits. *g*
My favourite is K-11, which still has two of the original true cop characters (and the guy is called Naseband in RL, to add insult to injury), and a true prosecutor dealing with them - it's actually fun.
And yep, I'm enjoying my sick leave enormously. I'm sick, but not that sick, just coughing and snot-nosed and a little feverish, but I have the flat all for myself, it's peaceful and quiet, and I can do a great deal of reading and writing, and it does me a wealth of good. I think my body must have succumbed to the constant emotional and work-related stress lately, and simply decided to go on a holiday - and who am I to argue against such a brilliant idea?
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I agree with you about the corpse porn. I just can't watch any of the CSI shows any longer (or NCIS), for fear that I'd throw up from the sight of the dissected bodies in that specifically perverted kind of full-frontal nudity.
And perverted psychokillers actually bore me to the death. I think I'll stick to the German cop shows - they may be lame sometimes, these semi-documentaries, but at least you can have dinner while watching them. Also, some of them have actual cops playing themselves, and they don't wear Armani suits. *g*
My favourite is K-11, which still has two of the original true cop characters (and the guy is called Naseband in RL, to add insult to injury), and a true prosecutor dealing with them - it's actually fun.
And yep, I'm enjoying my sick leave enormously. I'm sick, but not that sick, just coughing and snot-nosed and a little feverish, but I have the flat all for myself, it's peaceful and quiet, and I can do a great deal of reading and writing, and it does me a wealth of good. I think my body must have succumbed to the constant emotional and work-related stress lately, and simply decided to go on a holiday - and who am I to argue against such a brilliant idea?