kelly admitted to me the other day that she has this fondness for mark harmon. okay, not so much mark harmon, but for his CBS tv series NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service). for those of you not familiar with the show it’s one of the many new forensics investigation shows capitalizing on the success of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. why NCIS? well, if you do the math, it turns out that this tv show was on the television while kelly was in active labor at the time. labor that involves the kind of pain no man could fathom, let alone survive. did i mention the shouting of expletives unheard outside a delivery room. so the dreamy image of mark harmon drinking coffee over decaying corpses is burned into the mind of the mother of my child. isn’t there something wrong with this? shouldn’t that brand be of my image? after all i’m the one who was being cursed at every five minutes. the show is okay. some interesting characters and storylines, but come on. the result of all of this is that we now do not answer the phone on tuesday evenings between 7-8pm. it’s a moment shared by kelly, jack and mark.
the mind works in strange ways. this televisual mnemonic of a group of naval investigators will forever be a reminder of the time and place in our history of the day jack was born. i suppose it could of been worse. CSI: Miami could have been on.