Jeremiah and Angela used to be HUGE fans of the original "CSI" TV series set in Las Vegas. Jeremiah used to walk around his San Diego apartment singing the theme song, "Who are you? Who, who... who who?" They bought every season when it came out on DVD. They took turns trying to figure out what happened to the victim(s) in each episode. They loved the medical terms and the post-mortem drama.
I watched it too-- until my other Thursday night shows cut into "CSI" time slots. I remember when I was trying to finish my Ph.D. (and REALLY hating it) that I suggested to Bill I should change my major to criminal justice and become a CSI agent. He looked surprised. But then he said, "Why not?? You have all of your biology classes done. You don't get grossed out by blood. You don't mind dissections. What else would you need to do?" Just a few days later, I watched the "CSI" episode where they found a duffle bag with a dead body inside... only it had turned to liquid! Can you imagine THE STENCH??? I thought maybe that scenario would do me in as a future CSI agent. (And went back to writing my thesis...)
Sometimes life is funny and you get to practice doing something you always wanted to do. Which is why we all signed up to be crime scene investigators for a day in Las Vegas...
We were given the choice of three different crime scenes to investigate. Jeremiah and Angela teamed up on a waitress, named Penny, who was found murdered in an alley. Bill chose to analyze a dead body found buried up to the neck in the desert. They all looked pretty confident with their official clipboards and data sheets...
I was on my own, investigating a car that had crashed into someone's living room. Murder or accident? Hmmm....
You were supposed to make observations at your designated crime scene and take notes of anything that was evidence-worthy. There were muddy footprints on the floor. There was a bloody handprint on the hood of the car. The victim/dummy was slumped over inside the car. There was blood on the couch cushions, a half-eaten pizza on the floor, etc. There was a metal railing that kept you from entering the (fake) living room and flashlights attached to it by chains. I am a real "go-getter" so I was using the flashlights to look under the crashed car to see if there were more potential victims... (you never know)
Next, you proceed with your clipboard and notes to the crime labs where you compare specific pieces of evidence to test results.
Last, you go to the (fake) morgue and you listen to the autopsy results specific to your crime scene victim. You then enter your conclusions from each of your crime scene categories (ex. physical data, DNA analysis, fingerprint analysis, interview results, autopsy results) into the computer and select your final determination.... accident or homicide?
I guess CSI intelligence runs in the Rodgers family-- we ALL figured out our crime scenes and picked the correct outcomes! Ta daaaa! We ended up in the CSI gift shop where we picked up our free T-shirts.
For the record, my victim's evil twin brother (just released from prison) went to settle family matters with his brother by running his car into the living room and killing him on the couch where he was innocently eating pizza & watching TV. He dragged his brother's body into the driver's seat of the car and then ran away. Both fingerprints and shoe prints did not match the vic's.... that's jargon for the "victim". Pretty funny, huh?
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