K-Fed will be appearing in an episode of CSI this season. I'm not a fan of the show, though it is marginally better than CSI-Miami, which I believe is the absolute worst show on television. The characters are wooden, the dialogue is laughable, and if you took a shot everytime David Caruso said "and that... is (whatever)" and put his glasses on, you'd be lit in no time. I often think I'd like to be a defense attorney there because it appears as though the attorneys in Miami are the biggest idiots around, or the alleged criminals in Miami are among the most easily intimidated by Humvee driving hacks. Seriously, Miami cops have Humvees? Not even the cops, the crime scene investigators. Gimme a freaking break! Let's not forget the insane amount of luck in the whole thing. A double murder committed five years ago and they track the killer via the one bloody shoeprint on the marble floor? How is there only one?! UGH! And for the love of Pete, can't they write a script that fills the whole hour without the hyper special effects and slow-mo replays of the special effects in flashback mode? Is David Caruso's salary that big that you can't afford decent writers?
Anyway, K-Fed will be appearing on the other one, that doesn't rely on David Caruso's constant posing/posturing to get through the hour. He's apparently really excited because he gets to speak. It must be thrilling, riding to celebrity because you married an overhyped teen sensation, having your connections result in a rap album (which I can only imagine is slightly better than whatever crap Paris Hilton released) and a debut performance on the teen choice (we'll tell you what you like and you pick the most trendy of the selections) awards.
I must be jealous. That's it. Jealous.