<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:56.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-5191905873003413593</id><published>2009-01-15T17:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:36:53.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24TAD7 (08:00 -- 09:00)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow. So now I know what Sir Edmund Hillary was thinking when he stood at Base Camp and looked up at Everest’s peak. Later, he’d claim that he climbed the highest mountain “because it was there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, I’m quite certain he looked up at the snowy top of the world and thought, “Holy shit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And with that, I (finally) welcome you to the start of DAY SEVEN.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone remind me to get a new banner graphic for the page, will ya?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, over two nights, we got four hours of 100% not from concentrate straight-dope-kickass Jack Bauer actionosity. So good, that I’m making up words already. But I digress. Four hours means 96 Things to talk about. And &lt;i style=""&gt;away&lt;/i&gt; we go.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The following takes place between &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="0" hour="8"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="0" hour="9"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;9:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Events occur in real time. We’re LIVE! to tape from Ice Station Zebra 2.0 and we’re watching the show unfold in a state of post-San Diego Destruction bliss. YOUR cast of characters includes Yours Truly, Sprout, Mrs. Sprout, Swann, Sky, and Kelly the Ballerina. What a crew. Sadly, I lack HD. I’d take a shot at my cable company being &lt;i style=""&gt;not Comcastic &lt;/i&gt;at this point, but it has since fixed the problem, and granted me three months of free DVR for my troubles. So yeah, not angry anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway,&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;without further ado,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought About 24 While Finishing Off the Lucky Stillers Cake and Resuming Despising the Baltimore Ravens and thinking that Bromberg’s “Root for Pittsburgh” Fugazi Tendencies are Both Ridiculous and Pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;NEW!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Recap soundtrack this hour:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keane – “Perfect Symmetry,” Keane- “Under the Iron Sea,”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;(yes. These take so long that i've now rolled through two albums &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:street style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Paging   Dr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Phlox, Dr. Phlox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hey! It’s &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0082517/"&gt;John Billingsley&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;i style=""&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt; that guy. In what will be a new (and time consuming) running item this season, I will now point out every “That Guy” on the show. We come right out of the gate with kookie character actor John Billingsley, best known (to me) as Dr. Phlox from &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Enterprise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;You may also know him as the guy who has guest starred on just about every show ever, including &lt;i style=""&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Prison Break&lt;/i&gt;, and the short-lived, oft-lamented &lt;i style=""&gt;The Nine.&lt;/i&gt; He’s driving along with his daughter and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HOLY SH!T!! (moment #1)&lt;/span&gt; he has one of those &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xcD2Yx0Td8"&gt;Volkswagen&lt;/a&gt; commercial crashes! No, wait- he has TWO of them! &lt;i style=""&gt;THAT’S &lt;/i&gt;how you start a season. Up the Volkswagen crash ante! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.         Those eyes. Those spoilerific eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I wonder who has captured Phlox? Who is staring out under that foreboding ski mask? Who ever could it… aww- really. C’mon? Who didn’t know that it was Zombie Tony Almeida (spoiler!) right then?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, let’s move on. That was a pretty effective opening salvo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-3a7_tYnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TlC4qie3wSA/s1600-h/1.1+-+phlox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-3a7_tYnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TlC4qie3wSA/s320/1.1+-+phlox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291649760593011314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.         “Jack, bad things happen to you because you’re a dumbass.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh hells yeah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s Senator Red Foreman (Kurtwood Smith) playing the biggest pain in the ass Senator since Ortolan Finistirre. He has our Lord and Savior Col. Jack T. Bauer, Toughnuts, Esquire, testifying before a Committee to Spit on the Grave of CTU. Jack’s facing an indictment. I hope the hearing plays out something….like &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i308sX3C3PA"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.         Encylcopedia Twentyfourica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If you’re scoring at home, the “Ibrahim Haddad” mentioned during the testimony is the guy who…wait. Umm, he never actually did anything in any of the episodes. You mean &lt;i style=""&gt;after six seasons of Jack torturing people, they couldn’t even question him about something that we SAW? &lt;/i&gt;WHAT ABOUT THE GUY HE SHOT AND BEHEADED IN DAY TWO? WASN’T &lt;i style=""&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; a little HARSH? Sigh. Anyway, yeah, CTU’s been shut down. Did I mention that Day Seven’s taking place in the District?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-32Wf3iEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xTX4rVEjmj0/s1600-h/1.2+-+ctu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-32Wf3iEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xTX4rVEjmj0/s200/1.2+-+ctu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291650231563683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.         OH NO HE DIDN’!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So Jack, was your treatment of Haddad a little over the top?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Probably.” (Rock!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a speech by Jack:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;''And please do not sit there with that smug look on your face and expect me to regret the decisions that I have made, because, sir, the truth is, I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt;.'' &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERVE! SERVE! SERVE! SERVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.         You really have no idea how this show works, do you, Red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jack just got a “Get out of testifying free” card in the form of a subpoena to join the FBI to help with a “situation.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here we meet Agent Renee Walker (Annie Wersching), who despite an uncanny resemblance, is not, in fact, “Jan” from &lt;i style=""&gt;The Office. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s actually from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;General&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or something, I dunno.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My gut tells me that she’s kind of hot. Let’s go to the tape:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-4A8hQ9fI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T_NqTAKSsHI/s1600-h/1.3+-+walker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-4A8hQ9fI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T_NqTAKSsHI/s200/1.3+-+walker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291650413568783858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wer-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schwing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidedly WASPy redhead with green eyes? Dare I say it, she’s an Adam Girl™.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Anyway, Senator Foreman tells Jack he has to come back tomorrow. Oops.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.         Me not like 24 not use CTU but use FBI instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Since it’s not a season of &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; without some office in-fighting during a crisis, we get to meet &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bizarro_World"&gt;BIZARRO CTU&lt;/a&gt;, featuring Janeane Garafolo as Janis Gold, AKA “Bizarro Chloe,” and Rhys Coiro as Sean Hillinger or “Bizarro Edgar.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, The Tomatoes have argued that Sean is closer to a Bizarro Milo than a Bizarro Edgar. However, when you look at the interplay between Janis and Sean, it’s much more like that of Edgar and Chloe, where they obviously like each other in a friendly sense, but are both totally socially inept. Yet, Janis is happy-go-lucky (“I’m a cheerful person”)—the opposite of Chloe and Sean is gruff and sarcastic—the opposite of Edgar’s pure-hearted dork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think there’s a 60% chance that they just start recycling old Edgar/Chloe dialogue by the end of the season, but with the roles reversed. In short, it’s my blog: Janis is Bizarro Chloe and Sean is Bizarro Edgar. Try to keep up.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.         Stage Two of our dastardly plan:  Fire a Diamond Lazerbeam FROM SPACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The terrorists and their still *chuckle* unrevealed leader are toying around with Air Traffic Control. They are &lt;i style=""&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; pulling a &lt;i style=""&gt;Die Hard 2&lt;/i&gt; here. This organization is hardcore—it gets its ideas from whatever’s on Encore this month.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.         GASP! WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yup, TV’s worst-kept secret revealed! It’s ZOMBIE TONY ALMEIDA! (ZTA to his friends). He’s &lt;i style=""&gt;leading&lt;/i&gt; the terrorists! While 11 million people vacillate between&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;thoughts of “AWESOME!” and “OH, COME ON!,” Agent Walker reminds Jack that Tony was whisked away mere moments after he “died” in Jack’s arms, only hours before Jack was captured by the Chinese. Also- his coffin had a different body. Notably, he has returned with a boss short-haircut and a goatee, which means that he’s EVIL. Jack is unconvinced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-4kMbemTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bv-51CN8Jog/s1600-h/1.4+-++ZTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-4kMbemTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bv-51CN8Jog/s200/1.4+-++ZTA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651019134900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also allow me to be the 1,345,594&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; person on the web to point out that ZTA never received a Silent Clock after he died. So &lt;i style=""&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; he wasn’t dead. Whatever. Glad to have him back, if only it means he will be able to participate in another All-Star Game Celebrity Softball Game. Dude can &lt;i style=""&gt;rake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.       An airplane is going to fall off a rollercoaster and break every bone in it’s body. What? It can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;THAT GUY alert—Air Traffic Controller guy is none other than &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0930282/"&gt;Chris Williams&lt;/a&gt;, who you know as &lt;i style=""&gt;that guy from Dodgeball.&lt;/i&gt; As a dodgeball player of some repute in these parts, I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that he is eliminated in the final against Globo Gym when he TURNS HIS BACK ON THE OTHER TEAM. Are you kidding me? &lt;i style=""&gt;You never turn your back.&lt;/i&gt; Patches O’Hoolihan certainly rolled over in his grave when he saw that.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.       McGuffin of DOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Today’s McGuffin of DOOM is the “CIP” device, not to be confused with the CHiPs device, which was designed by the government to drive Al Qaeda crazy by beaming the cheesetasticly homoerotic adventures of Ponch and John into their cave hideouts. The CIP device apparently protects the entire Interwebs from bad guys. If you can control that…blah blah…breach firewall….blah blah, bad things happen whatevs. We’ve GOT to get it back! THERE'S NO TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.       Repeat: He’s EVIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Just to bang home that ZTA no longer plays on the side of the angels, he tells Dr. Phlox that if he can’t get the CIP working &lt;i style=""&gt;tout de suite&lt;/i&gt;, that he “won’t need [him].”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, though he now has a mustache to twirl, ZTA refrains.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.       ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If I’m asleep, it means we’ve moved to the Presidential B-Plot. We &lt;i style=""&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;learn some important things at breakneck speed. Robin, to the bullet points!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;THAT GUY! Warden Norton (Bob Gunton) from &lt;i style=""&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/i&gt; is President Taylor’s Chief of Staff. His name is Ethan or something. Warden should suffice. Of course, I will always remember him as the San Angelas&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Police Department Chief from late 90’s classic &lt;i style=""&gt;Demolition &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;That movie was da bomb-diggity back in da day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;/90s speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;President Taylor has “lost a son” to suicide. Thank &lt;i style=""&gt;God&lt;/i&gt; they made this happen off screen. That dude was borrrrr-ing.  Don’t forget that, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redemption&lt;/span&gt;, John Voight was eyeing up her son at her inauguration because he was afraid that the son could uncover his plot to re-equip General Juma, formerly deposed dictator of Sengala.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not saddened by the loss of this boring character, so long as his girlfriend Carly Pope sticks around.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Juma,&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;“The Rocketman” from &lt;i style=""&gt;The Rock&lt;/i&gt; has control of Sengala and he’s doing a little ethnic cleansing. President Taylor, though ally-less, is planning to intervene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her Sec. of Defense is not thrilled. She doesn’t care. Why I should care about this storyline is beyond me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.       That’s one theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Walker&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; figures that ZTA hates the American government now because Charles Logan killed Doe Eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack doesn't think that’s a good enough reason. Then again, he only lost Teri Bauer. If I lost Doe Eyes, I'd go apeshit. If Jack would have lost Audrey, I’m certain that he and Tony would have teamed up, Wonder Twins style, taken over the country, and we would now be living in the Bauer States of Almeida. Which, come to think of it, would be kind of cool.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.       Doo-doo-dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The FBI’s ringtone &lt;i style=""&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.       Blah blah Juma blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I already don’t care about this story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It needs to get tied into Jack’s story about twelve minutes ago. If we’re not going to do that,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;can we get back to Jack helping the FBI finding Tony?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.       MAVERICK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;President Taylor says “[Forget you] Jobu, I do it myself” to the UN (I just realized why that’s extra funny *hint- think David Palmer), and she’s goin’ into Sengala come Hell or high water. Hells yes! She is most obviously the Senator from the Great State of Alaska.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.       Even I didn’t know THAT GUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Apparently the guy using the CIP McGuffin of DOOM and helping Tony out played S.Sgt. William “Wild Bill” Guarnere in HBO’s AMAZING WWII drama &lt;i style=""&gt;Band of Brothers. &lt;/i&gt;How Sky, a 24 rookie, saw that is beyond me. Major props. The character “Tim Woods” is played by one &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0400606/"&gt;Frank John Hughes.&lt;/a&gt; He’s also been in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Sopranos, The Guardian&lt;/i&gt; (tv show, not Costner/Kutcher vehicle), and most recently in the DeNiro/Pachino crapfest &lt;i style=""&gt;Righteous Kill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.       I call shenanigans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, the President has word that the air traffic system has been compromised, but the Warden says that it will take 12 hours to ground all air traffic. I &lt;i style=""&gt;refuse to believe&lt;/i&gt; it would take that long. How long did it take on 9/11, in a &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; where there had never been a major terrorist attack?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the CTUniverse, there’s a new major terrorism-related disaster every couple of months. Clearly, the FAA would be able to ground every flight in a matter of an hour or two. What a silly plot device.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.       CARLY POPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Comin’ atcha! Our C-level storyline is the First Gentleman’s crusade to prove that the First Stud did not commit suicide. New evidence points to the dead son’s g/f (CARLY POPE!) receiving $400K in an offshore account a few days after his death. ZzzzzZZzzzz. Wake me when he confronts Carly.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.       NOW we’re cookin’ with gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So B-Edgar has been staring at the same six document clues for &lt;i style=""&gt;ages&lt;/i&gt; and he’s getting nowhere. In the time it takes Jack to take off his tie and grab a chair, he recognizes a name in one of the invoices ZTA used to buy components for the CIP of DOOM.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is one “Gabriel Schecter,” who, in the next part of our THAT GUY! Schmorgasbord &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will be played by none other than &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0281107/"&gt;Tommy Flanagan&lt;/a&gt;, who was Maximus’s right-hand man, Cicero, in &lt;i style=""&gt;Gladiator. &lt;/i&gt;Isn’t this game FUN?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.       LET HIM DO HIS JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jack’s plan for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cicero&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) get him; 2) torture him; 3) ????; 4) profit! Larry Moss, heretofore unmentioned Agent-in-Charge of the local FBI office where Jack is working with Agent Walker, is unimpressed. He gets in a pissing contest with Jack. He’s sort of a Bizarro George Mason, in that he’s an &lt;i style=""&gt;unlikable&lt;/i&gt; dick, as opposed to Mason’s &lt;i style=""&gt;awesomely great &lt;/i&gt;dick. Moss, if you’re scoring at home (and we are here!) is brought to you by Jeffrey Nordling of, well…nothing I seem to have ever watched. How is he so familiar? Anyway, he calls out Jack when Jack gets in his face, because NO ONE TRUSTS JACK BAUER.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least for once, there’s a reason for this, being that Jack is about to be indicted by the government. Based on that little twist alone, it works.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.       She’s still trying to get her hands on an ’01 FLEER rookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Agent &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Walker&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; clearly collects Jack Bauer baseball cards. She keeps siding with him and following his plans, much to the chagrin of Mr. Moss, with whom she is quite obviously having relations. All they do is give each other knowing glances and stuff all day and get worried about each other. It's cute, in a "dipping the pen in the company ink" kind of way. What could go wrong? I mean, Jack was sleeping with Nina...crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.       I heart Renee. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wow, really? &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cicero&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; has aged about 32 years since &lt;i style=""&gt;Gladiator &lt;/i&gt;came out in 2000.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tough break. And BOY is he English. I’d like to go on chick safari with him, that accent would be deadly. Anywho, Cicero’s not talking, until, in our &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DIAMOND CUTTER MOMENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Agent Walker breaks his sidekick’s arm with some FBI-fu, and turns Cicero’s earlier warning that “he has a witness (to any Jack brutality)” around by saying “Your man was going for his gun—I have a witness.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That. Was. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She then unleashes Jack, who nearly gouges &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cicero&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s eye out with a Bic Rounstick before &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cicero&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; cracks. See, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cicero&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was working for …POW POW POW! Total snipage. Dead. Then, a phone call from Tony, “Just stay away Jack.” In a word- Frakking Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-6UBGt4sI/AAAAAAAAAU8/HzJs-efw9kI/s1600-h/1.5+-+cicero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-6UBGt4sI/AAAAAAAAAU8/HzJs-efw9kI/s200/1.5+-+cicero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652940240380610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Meanwhile-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Flight GAS 117 is about to become “Lost.” &lt;/i&gt;I slay me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;By God, that took forever to write. Good thing I don’t have to write a “Verdict” for this hour, because the next hour is starting right…&lt;i style=""&gt;now.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-5191905873003413593?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5191905873003413593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=5191905873003413593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5191905873003413593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5191905873003413593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/24tad7-0800-0900.html' title='24TAD7 (08:00 -- 09:00)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SW-3a7_tYnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TlC4qie3wSA/s72-c/1.1+-+phlox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-3007465990913485138</id><published>2008-11-26T14:38:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:41:06.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Things About "24:  Redemption"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if that’s not the most misleading title in the history of blogging, I don’t know what is. Why is it misleading you ask? You know the rules! 24 Things per hour means it’s time for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48 Things I Thought I Thought About “Redemption” While Wondering Why “Redemption” is the Movie’s Title Even Though Jack has Nothing to Redeem Himself for and Thinking that Maybe it has Something to do with the Fact that I Need to Redeem Myself for Letting 24 Things About Day Six Putter Out with the End of Season Six, then Thinking that Maybe 24 Just has to Redeem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itself &lt;/span&gt;for Season Six.&lt;/span&gt; Y’know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.  Previously, on 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2mkLEtlWI/AAAAAAAAASE/Nlu0gvwlHKA/s1600-h/nuked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2mkLEtlWI/AAAAAAAAASE/Nlu0gvwlHKA/s320/nuked.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273053879098774882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2oQQ0Fi5I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ej5v2Eg7nHg/s1600-h/raver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2oQQ0Fi5I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ej5v2Eg7nHg/s200/raver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273055736065526674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2pKAy3tjI/AAAAAAAAASc/5LF7Ph6KAWg/s1600-h/jack6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2pKAy3tjI/AAAAAAAAASc/5LF7Ph6KAWg/s200/jack6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273056728197871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah, Day Six kinda sucked, all-in-all. When last we had seen Jack, he thwarted the Chinese and his Dad, and was staring out over a cliff during sunrise. Was he deciding to jump? Was he deciding to shack up with Aunt Hottie? Was he also wondering whether Chuck Logan died? Who knows? Will we get answers today? Doubtful. But who cares. The Jack Attack is Back, umm..Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  It's been HOW LONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, let's see here, since we last saw Jack in May 2007, I have changed jobs; Philadelphia has won a championship; the United States has elected an African-American President; I have moved to my fly new industrial-style loft apartment where I live alone with my imaginary dog Loki; my real dog, Penny, has moved on from this mortal coil; the economy has collapsed; Four of the Final Five Cylons have been exposed and the RTF has found a very charred Earth (spoiler!); I still have no girlfriend (but have beaten both Mass Effect and Assassin's Creed on the XBOX 360); Taylor has returned from war and set up shop in Cincy; Kup's bought a house; Uram is engaged; and the Tomatoes are still awesome (Nat's still a doll and Jerry's still a dick). Yup, that pretty much covers everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.  WE'RE LIVE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;from my previously mentioned fly new digs- affectionately called "Ice Station Zebra 2.0" by no one other than myself. I voted for Obama, so I won't be invited back to Casa Tomato until January. Instead, I'm here with Aussome Paul and Kelly the Ballerina. Paul is from Australia, but he loves Jack Bauer despite his hawkish conservative politics and pro-Bush agenda. Kelly has never seen Die Hard, 24, A Few Good Men, Star Trek II, or pretty much anything else that's awesome. She's young. We're working on it. I just exposed her to Airwolf on the local Retro station. Airwolf totally just fought an Evil Mega Helicopter of DOOM, and Stringfellow Hawk overcame 'Nam flashbacks to blow it all to hell while the Coolest Theme Music of All-Time blared out over my 62" TV. Proof positive that God loves us and wants us to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.  Oh, this is a 24 blog.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With the formalities out of the way, let's get to the ACTION. The movie starts without the usual "The following takes place..." intro. However, FOX warned us that "Viewer Discretion is Advised," so I'm pretty psyched. Didn't realize how much I missed this show until this very second.  And here's our bad- an Evil African warlord who's feeding impressed child warriors hypnotic Hug Jugs and encouraging them to "Kill the Cock-a-Roaches" infesting their fair country. This guy is officially a better villain than anyone from last season, even Fyad. I'm blanking on a nickname. We'll call him the Exterminator, even though he kind of looks like Winston from the Ghostbusters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  That's gonna be one hell of a mess.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Methinks a 9-year old brandishing a machete is not the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; way to execute someone. Does this make the Exterminator incompetent or more badass? I'm going with badass. Aha! The Following Takes Place Between 3:00 PM and 5:00 PM. Events occur in real time. Goosebumps, anybody else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.  Watch out for Cougars in town!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(I had to get the obligatory Cougar joke out of the way toot suite). Meet Willie and Desmond of the Okavango School.  Despite Willie's insistence that "Mr. Benton" doesn't like it when they run into town alone, Desmond, aka, "KIM" goes to play some "football," aka, soccer. This should end well. Rules-guy Willie stays at the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  Jack Sack is Back, umm, Jack!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Honestly, I love that we get to see the Jack Sack before we get to see Jack. Willie, that thieving bastard, goes rooting where he doesn't belong. Jack catches him, and it's exposition time-- Jack's been wandering around the world for like, a year or so, since we last saw him at the Raines's estate.  He stopped in India where he picked up the Sarong Plot Device to give to Kim, proving that even half a world away, she will eventually frak him over.  He gives Willie the Sarong Plot Device in exchange for the sweet knife that Wilie pocketed. You see, Jack's not going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.  Subliminal costuming.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Frank the Douche from the Embassy has a subpoena for Jack to testify in front of the Senate about some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;questionable&lt;/span&gt; tactics he used as the recently disbanded CTU. We know Frank's a douche because he's been conveniently outfitted with the dumbest sideburns in history and wears really stupid glasses. Jack tells him to pound salt. Frank leaves the subpoena with Mr. Bennett, whom Jack apparently knows from his special forces days. Why Jack was serving in the Army with a dude with a UK accent is beyond even my overactive imagination's ability to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.  Natty Tomato is swooning.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sure, I love Jack's pretty-cool beard. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you that Natty is swooning over Kiefer's prison-hardened pecs in that shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.  Good Morning, Mr. Phelps.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. John Voight! God my dad hates that guy. Looks like our Domestic Big Bad is following the 24 Tradition of pulling rotting actor carcasses off the scrap heap and making them players in the world of TV. The tradition starts with Keifer, takes us to Dennis Hopper, through Peter Weller and James Cromwell, and now to Mr. Voight.  It's the ol' 24 Juvenation Machine, and I'm totally down with this casting. Voight is a deliciously evil @$hole. Hope he sticks around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.  Well Hello to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, Ms. Carly Pope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2wZT4oNVI/AAAAAAAAASk/8gyZLxYL6YU/s1600-h/roth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2wZT4oNVI/AAAAAAAAASk/8gyZLxYL6YU/s200/roth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273064687601726802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're Welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;24 never fails to deliver us hotties. She is somebody who is apparently important's g/f. Character name is apparently "Samantha Roth." Whatever. Holy Wow, was she bringin' it in that ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.  It's Mr. Benton if You're Nasty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So Carl Benton.  I know this guy from somewhere, right? He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure looks familiar&lt;/span&gt;. But his IMDB just lists a bunch of kinda-shitty movies like 28 Weeks Later and Eragon. He was in Trainspotting, but I've never seen that. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOAH! Correction- just found it. He was Renard, the Bond Villain that cannot feel pain from "The World is Not Enough." One of my all-time favorite Bond Villains. That's where I know him.) &lt;/span&gt;Regardless, this guy and Jack are obviously very close, and very awesome together. Notably, Jack throws the first "Dammit" his way after he inadvertently insults him. Seems like Carl's "Redemption" is the school. But what is Jack's? Where will Jack find peace? CAN Jack find peace? These are questions we are meant to ponder, but we know the answer already- Jack finds peace by offing terrorists and saving the U-S-of-motherfrakkin'-A. Let's start shooting things, friends, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  Dumb and Dumber.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, so some junkie/techie (a 24 staple) has been instructed to destroy all of John Voight's files. These files show that Mr. Phelps has been responsible for re-arming the rebels/insurgents/freedom-fighters/evil people that are being led by The Exterminator. Apparently they're armed and ready to start a coup. So Dumb calls up Ms. Pope's b/f, who we shall call "Dumber" and they start discussing how Dumb is all nervous and blah blah blah. Pope is HOT. This storyline already has me bored. Kids- it's a TWO HOUR MOVIE. Let's KILL BAD GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.  Product Placement!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another 24 tradition, and probably the only reason we're 20+ minutes in without a commercial (or as Paul calls them, much to everyone's confusion, an "ad"). I can deal. Overall, we get blatant shout-outs to Hyundai, Cisco, Sprint, Nextel, and others. I was convinced that Dumb's Hyundai was gonna go ka-blooey, but I suppose that would have been the worst product placement ever. Wish I was re-capping awesome show stuff right now? Me too. When it happens, I'll get right to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.  Oh! Ahhhhhhh! I get it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dumber is the new President's son. He is the First Stud or something. Let's meet the new Prez, shall we- wah? Wait. It's...it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl? &lt;/span&gt;Man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody &lt;/span&gt;backed the wrong Democrat? Am I right? This is President Taylor, played by (apparently) Tony-Award Winning Actress Cherry Jones. I've got not problem with an idealistic woman President in the 24 Universe. Sadly, this means the end of the President Palpatine Administration.  If you'll recall Powers Boothe really started to bring the ruckus at the end of Day Six, and though he was kind of evil, he got nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.  Yanosh!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peter MacNihol, the hands-down MVP of Day Six stops in to inform President-Elect Taylor that, just hours before her inauguration, the aforementioned Jim Phelps bankrolled coup is going to take place, and that President Palpatine is cutting and/or running from the US Embassy there come 5pm that day.  The name of our Fictitious African Nation in Turmoil is "Sengala." Good to know.  The PM of Sengala, whom Pres. Palpatine informs is SOL when it comes to American help is none other than the Guy With the Machete that Bond Kills in the Stairwell from Casino Royale. You love that I point these things out to you, don't you? Man, I'm gonna miss Yanosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Interesting Political Twist.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Basically, Senagala = Darfur. As President Palpatine points out to us- we can't go in there because of the way we've acted elsewhere in the globe. Thus, we'll be turning a blind-eye to this particular genocide. P-E Taylor is shocked and awed and unhappy with the decision, yet painted as the morally correct player in this argument. It's an interesting position for this show to take. I offer no further comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18. EXCHANGE OF THE DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(re:  dealing with Sengala)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prez. Palpatine:  I appreciate your idealism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;P-E Taylor:  I'm sorry I can't say the same for your cynicism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prez. Palpatine:  Let's talk when you've been in my chair for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;SLAM! I will miss the hell out of Powers Boothe on this show, and I hope inklings that he's involved in The Big Bad Plot of Day Seven prove true, so that we get a lot more of this guy, and hopefully Yanosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.  Cue the Cliche Chanting Music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Surely enough, Kim's ill-advised soccer game is broken up by The Exterminator's brother, who has come to round up more children for their army.  Though Kim and a companion make a break for it, they are seemingly gunned down by The Dumbest Henchman in History. Seriously, in a mistake so blatant that he's even derided for it by Exterminator's Brother, this guy shoots the two kids they're trying to capture so they can add them to their Army. Where'd he go to Henchman School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.  Tender goodbye with Willie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;First of all, Jack's Jacket is made of win. Now that I've chimed in on that, I'd also like to add that Jack is great with kids and mentally disabled. How Kim ended up so wrong must purely be Teri Bauer's fault, giving us another in a long-line of reasons to hate her. Anyway, Jack's leaving, and Willie has to stay behind to protect the children or some whatever. Nice moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21. Excalibur.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carl calls up Jack to inform him that he's found Kim's bullet-ridden body, and that the Exterminator's men are headed to the school. Jack vows to defend them at all costs. Jack being given a cell phone is like Luke Skywalker catching his new lightsabre, The Terminator putting on sunglasses, and "The Wizard" picking up the Nintendo Powerglove all in one. There's an asswhuppin' coming. You know it. He knows it. The world knows it. And it's gonna be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22. AWW SNAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jack to the Froggy UN Pantywaist, "Save your helmet for the parade, they ARE coming...Why don't you go hide in the shelter with the other children?"  As an aside- Taylor says that UN workers are just like this guy. Oh- welcome Taylor! I hope you dig 24. You've just taken the first steps into a much larger world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.  On two Jeeps?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Really, this should be easy as eatin' pancakes for Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24. Jack Bauer Terrorist...err..Evil Bad Guy Shoot 'em Up Counting Game!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's time for everyone's favorite game show! Count with me! One! One-a-dead bad guy (via pistol). Two! Two-a-dead bad guys ah-ha-ah-ha (pistol)! Three! Three -a-dead-a-bad-guys ha-ha (pistol) FOUR! Four-a-dead-a-bad-guys! ha-ah-ha! (knife!)...uh oh. Jack has a Machine Gun, now. Add two more dead bad guys via machine gun and another via grenade to the bad guy's crotch. Jack just killed SEVEN evil ...woah. He just effed up TWO more with knifes and karate-Jack-fu before he was finally knocked out by a machine gun to the head. I have waited 18 months for that. It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;25. If you're scoring at home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS29eMnajvI/AAAAAAAAATE/DnBANvV_laI/s1600-h/scorecard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 667px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS29eMnajvI/AAAAAAAAATE/DnBANvV_laI/s400/scorecard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273079065200987890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry about the resolution there. So Paul and I discussed it, and we think it goes: Bourne &gt; Bauer &gt; Bond (Daniel Craig, the rest are bollocks) &gt; Ethan Hunt &gt; Our Man Flint &gt; Matt Helm &gt; Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery.  Feel free to discuss/ add in secret agents where you like. Let's get down to brass tacks- I love Jack Bauer. Certainly more than I like Jason Bourne. However, Jason Bourne is basically the answer to the question, "What if you took Jack Bauer and brainwashed him into a relentless, remorseless Mega-Assassin?"  There you go. For the record, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucky#Winter_Soldier"&gt;Winter Soldier&lt;/a&gt; would tool them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;26.  You Have No Idea Who You're Dealing With.&lt;/span&gt;  Like there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; that The Exterminator's Brother can do to Jack that would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; get him to talk. Does "two years as a prisoner of the Chinese" mean anything to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;27.  Jack Bauer: &lt;/span&gt;better actor or dancer, you decide.  Jack starts crying and "gives up" the location of the kids, springing the trap for Carl to kill them all. As gunfire sounds the alarm to brother of the Exterminator, he meets an ignominious end when Jack BREAKS HIS NECK WITH HIS LEGS. He may have used this move on Fayed. I can't remember. Regardless, this is the coolest Jack-kill since he tore that dude's throat out with his teeth. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body count: 8. &lt;/span&gt;This may be more people than Jack killed all of Day Six. How I have missed this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;28.  BEHOLD THE BIG BAD! &lt;/span&gt;Well well well. The Exterminator is the not the Big Bad after all, he is merely Lt. Exterminator. The Big Bad is none other than that Evil Mercenary Dude from The Rock. You know, the one that "hates that soft-@$$ $hit," The Rocketman?  Word has it he was also the Candyman, but I don't watch horror movies (ask me about not sleeping for three days after watching the new/lame Amityville Horror), so I'm calling him General Rocketman. The coup is really his (though Jim Phelps paid for it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;29.  President Taylor's Shoes Suck.&lt;/span&gt;  So says Kelly the Ballerina. This is why I keep girls around. To give you hard-hitting intel like that. Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;30.  It was me Austin! it was ME ALL ALONG! &lt;/span&gt; President Palpatine, in order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     1) pours himself a drink at like, 11 am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     2) insists that Pres. Taylor refers to him as Mr. President;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     3) insinuates that he only lost the election because his heart wasn't in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And right there, he has heel turned. He is so deliciously evil, I cannot describe it. I'm not buying President Taylor standing toe-to-toe with him, though. She lacks gravitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;31.  Things I wish were in this episode instead of the continuing misadventures of Dumb and Dumber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     1) Bill Buchanan (oh HELL YEAH);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     2) Yanosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     3) Brady, the Very "special" brother to that bad guy from last year's worst moment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     4)  Charles Logan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     5)  Does Eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     6)  Carly Pope still in lingerie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     7)  Aaron Pierce;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     8)  Crazy-go-nuts Audrey blabbering about China;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     9)  Chloe &amp;amp;/or Morris;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     10)  Ricky Schroeder's Missing Eye; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     11) The rotting corpses of Blackjack and Middle Management Milo; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     12) Teri Bauer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes. I hate this storyline &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this much&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;32.  Uh. oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Carl tells Jack to follow the river to freedom, for he and the children should be safe from The Exterminator's advances. He is so dead. Sucks, cuz he's kinda awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;33.  I never saw the ending, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;this whole "movie" is basically Jack Bauer IN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;34.  Cue the Sarong Plot Device.  &lt;/span&gt;You forgot about it, too, didn't you?  Well, Willie somehow had the Sarong Plot Device sneak out of his luggage and onto a bush that was conveniently growing next to a mine field. Let's ignore, for just a second, the fact that the entire refugee group JUST WALKED PAST THAT BUSH and NONE OF THEM TRIPPED ANY MINES, and instead focus on... no. Wait. Nothing else to focus on. That was contrived and stupid, and I'm not letting 24 get away with that crap this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;35.  Rusty. &lt;/span&gt; Okay, my bad. I forgot to explain what's going on. Carl called Frank the Douche at the Embassy, who established that he won't let anyone into the embassy to escape with the last Marine choppers unless they've got American citizenship or appropriate paperwork. He won't even let you in if you promise him "anything," and you're a kind of hot local.  Frank is a DOUCHE. He is a bastion for bureaucracy.  Gleefully, Carl has paperwork for all of the kids, and after spouting the second "Dammit" of the movie to Frank, he and Jack set out to get the kids to the Embassy. Hot on the trail, having been informed by the Froggy UN Pantywaist that Jack killed his brother, is The Exterminator and his cronies. We can see where this is headed, right? Jack has to get back to the US somehow. Jack always wins-- at a price. Carl is so dead, and Jack's going to have to sacrifice himself to save the kids. Let's see how it plays out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;36.  I should be writing in Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt; Sure enough, Willie loses the Sarong Plot Device OF DOOM, and as Carl saves him from the minefield, he steps on a spring-loaded old school Russian charge. THERE'S NO TIME to save Carl, so he sends Jack ahead with the papers while Carl decides to try to take a couple coupsters with him.  There's a ton of great acting here. Fantastic scene, and in ninety short minutes, Carl Benton has joined the Pantheon with George Mason, Ryan Chappelle, David Palmer, Tony Almeida, Blackjack, and Doe Eyes.  You will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;37. Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt; In case I wasn't clear, Carl dies off screen when the mine explodes. However, he slyly pulls The Exterminator and three or four henchmen within range of the blast before it goes off. Champion. That was a good death, although it's unclear whether The Exterminator died. Carl also said that the blast would probably only take off his leg, so maybe he's alive (and with ZTA coming to haunt our dreams, you never know).  That would kind of be awesome. And yes, this was a blatant attempt to stretch one thing into two, because 48 is a hell of a lot. In fact I can't believe you're still reading. I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS3NAfBlQDI/AAAAAAAAATM/bAivTysEg5s/s1600-h/benton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS3NAfBlQDI/AAAAAAAAATM/bAivTysEg5s/s320/benton.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273096146932547634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;39.  Neither here nor there. &lt;/span&gt; But if anyone can point me to one of those Obama-HOPE-style pictures of Jack that just says BAUER or JACK on it, I will give you fifty bucks. I need to either get one of those, or figure out how to make one myself. That would be as rad as the Luke Skywalker "A NEW HOPE" one, the Heath Ledger "JOKE" one, or the Dr. Doom "DOOM" one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;40. Truly great. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When Jack here's the bomb go off, signifying Carl's death, he has a moment of total devastation. Everyone he cares about dies. How Jack has just not killed himself at this point is beyond me. Why anyone would keep going after all he's lost....  I mean, it used to be Audrey. What is it now? At the very least, you'd think he'd be hunting the world to get to Cheng (who escaped last year, right?), but now, what's he living for? Please address this in Day Seven. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;41.  The Gauntlet!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jack and the boys have to make their way through the streets to get to the Embassy, and THERE'S NO TIME!!! In a cool moment, Jack notices an oncoming assailant, and shoots him the second he moves for his weapon. Awesome.  Jack then dispatches of three more coupsters before getting to the Embassy gates.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;42.  AT LEAST kneecap him! &lt;/span&gt; Right after Jack takes out the last coupster, he turns right into the sights of the "Kill the Cocak-a-roaches" machete kid from the beginning, who has now upgraded to a machine gun.  Jack talks him down and the kid runs away. I humbly disagree with this process, for I believe that the old Jack would not have let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; get in his way, not even a 9 old with an AK-47. Great, dramatic moment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;43.  BUREAUCRATIC CLIMAX! &lt;/span&gt; After all that, Jack's mission's success comes down to him convincing Frank the Douche that the papers are legit, and that the kids need to make the last helicopter out of town. He does, but as usual, it comes at a price- Jack must turn himself in (as the kids' "American citizen sponsor") and head back to DC to testify.  If you didn't see this coming, you're an idiot. Also, I told you it was going to happen a few minutes ago. Oddly enough, despite the fact that the ending was telegraphed a 1000 miles away, it didn't detract from the ending, which was rather tense and awfully good. It is probably to Frank the Douche's credit that I had no faith in him letting the kids in, especially when he took Jack first and didn't open the gate. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;44. 48 is a LOT of things. &lt;/span&gt; Seriously, I'm running out of stuff to talk about here. Oh! How about how Dumb was cornered in his apartment by some Very Bad Men, who are seemingly in bed with Jim Phelps. On top of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, Jim Phelps Very Bad Right Hand Man is none other than the First Stud's chauffeur.  Since Dumb told Stud some sketchy stuff, this makes him a potential target for Jim Phelps. Cool with me. The over/under on when we find out that his Hot G/F, Ms. Pope is EVIL is Hour 7. Betting opens on December 1, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;45.  Almost there.  Al-most th-ere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's been 18 months,  so I've had to find some new stuff to watch. Besides the normal awesome Discovery Channel shows, like Dirty Jobs and Deadliest Catch, I've come to adore three shows. Pushing Daisies, Dirty Sexy Money, and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.  Sadly, Daisies and DSM have now been canceled. Screw all of you for not watching. They are truly great. As for Terminator- it's going to run a full second season, but will be moved away from a PRIME spot for it (leading into 24) over to Friday nights, which is a death sentence. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;implore&lt;/span&gt; you to start watching Terminator. It's really rather good, and it keeps getting better and better. The plot is intricate, the characters are fantastic, and the action is top-notch. I will give you my copy of Season 1 RIGHT NOW if you like. Help me save this show, it fills my BSG appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;46.  A New Presidency. &lt;/span&gt;Taylor takes the Oval Office. During her inauguration speech..she...she..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  Sorry, but President Taylor lacks charisma. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now, but I think that if you're going to make us believe that she beat President Palpatine in an election, then she needs to be a little bit more of a pitbull, and a little bit less of an "Oh my son, you are so cute you! thanks for being on time."  She's too smiley, too. Somehow, I think that her smile will be tested very soon. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;47.  Dumb = Dead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was such a stupid character that he doesn't even deserve a "DEAD" picture. That would be an insult to Carl. Let's skip to the end and wrap this bad boy up, eh? It's only taken me 2 1/2 hours to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;48.  Silent Clock. &lt;/span&gt;Could it end any other way, really? So what do we have here-- another Pyhrric victory for Jack which very nicely sets up the new season and satiated my Jack Bauer Power Hour appetite. I am happy. It wasn't the best two hours of 24 ever, but it gives me faith that an eventual movie could do gangbusters. The extra-long season promo at the end got me very amped for Day Seven, which moves us to DC (Jack walking among marble pillars is the Most American Thing since John Wayne ate an apple pie while playing baseball against the USSR hockey team).  Throughout the promo I noticed TONS of awesome people including (I think) Bill Buchanan! Chloe! Voight! Cicero from Gladiator! And ZTA! (btw- why give that away? what a great surprise ruined by the promos) January 11, 2009 can't get here fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:  4 out of 5 Shooting Christopher Hendersons. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In two hours, my faith in the franchise was restored and my love for Jack Bauer was re-ignited. I cannot wait for the new season, which looks to continue the story of General Rocketman and the battle for Sengala much more than I expected.  That's pretty much all this movie set out to accomplish, and it did so. I just hope that Frank the Douche gets punched at some point...or that someday we get a little Zombie Carl Benton.  Oh, and I hope that Jack finds a little peace somewhere. But not until after about 100 more terrorists/coupsters/badguys feel Final American Justice- Bauer style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be good to each other.&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-3007465990913485138?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3007465990913485138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=3007465990913485138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/3007465990913485138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/3007465990913485138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2008/11/24-things-about-24-redemption.html' title='24 Things About &quot;24:  Redemption&quot;'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/SS2mkLEtlWI/AAAAAAAAASE/Nlu0gvwlHKA/s72-c/nuked.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6684347796878722310</id><published>2007-04-11T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:42:43.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RhxhDK8MOBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ihkWgi5capY/s1600-h/audreyalive%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RhxW8a8MN_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lf6AGg3GL-Y/s320/%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052008478026774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-1731173835089507951?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1731173835089507951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=1731173835089507951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1731173835089507951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1731173835089507951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-when-i-think-im-out-they-pull-me.html' title='just when i think i&apos;m out, they pull me back in.'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RhxW8a8MN_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Lf6AGg3GL-Y/s72-c/%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8660723369330905406</id><published>2007-04-02T09:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:08:49.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch Hitter: 1 Thing About Day Six (8:00 PM -- 9:00 PM)</title><content type='html'>Instead of trudging through my angry notes and trying to come up with 24 Things About the Worst Hour in the History of the Show, I&amp;#39;ve decided to forego such foolishness and link you to &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/television/news/2007-04-01-bianco-24_N.htm"&gt; THIS ARTICLE&lt;/a&gt; from USA Today which so perfectly captures my feelings right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe we can do better tonight, but I doubt it.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;ll be taping the show, in most likelihood, because it&amp;#39;s Opening Day, which is basically a Holy Day for me.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the meantime, chew on a couple of these things re: Day Six:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Who cares about Denver?&lt;br&gt;2) IS LOGAN ALIVE OR WHAT?&lt;br&gt;3) How long until Audrey comes back?&lt;br&gt;4) Think Jerkass Phil&amp;#39;s going to return? &lt;br&gt;5) Remember when Fayed was absolutely hardcore? Now he&amp;#39;s a bickering simp. &lt;br&gt;6) Gredenko is the worst villain in the history of televison. I&amp;#39;d rather Jack go up against Boris &amp;amp; Natasha. At least Boris&amp;#39;s Russian accent was convincing. &lt;br&gt;7) BRADY!&lt;br&gt;8) No, seriously, BRADY!&lt;br&gt;9) Okay, really. I&amp;#39;ll admit it. As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely stupid&lt;/span&gt; the Brady plot was, I actually did care whether he took a bullet last week. &lt;br&gt; 10) Milo and Nadia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; they were Tony and Michelle. That came off as nothing more than &amp;quot;Nadia&amp;#39;s hot, I should totally kiss her&amp;quot;. &lt;br&gt;11)&amp;nbsp;  Dear Bill Buchanan, please say, &amp;quot;Mike Doyle, I know Jack Bauer. Jack Bauer is a friend of mine. And you, sir, are no Jack Bauer.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;12)&amp;nbsp; Ugh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;keep your fingers crossed that tonight is better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8660723369330905406?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8660723369330905406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8660723369330905406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8660723369330905406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8660723369330905406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/04/pinch-hitter-1-thing-about-day-six-800.html' title='Pinch Hitter: 1 Thing About Day Six (8:00 PM -- 9:00 PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6897869847966687382</id><published>2007-03-30T11:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:09:26.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought Thing--</title><content type='html'>waitasecond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we ever established whether Logan's dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rg0nfb1AcqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NEJrdNRiRGg/s1600-h/logan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rg0nfb1AcqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NEJrdNRiRGg/s320/logan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047734178351706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I've not completed 24 things for this week, i know. I can't decide whether to tear this last hour asunder, or simply pretend that it never happend.  Vote in the comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pray for Chaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6897869847966687382?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6897869847966687382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6897869847966687382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6897869847966687382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6897869847966687382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thought-thing.html' title='Random Thought Thing--'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rg0nfb1AcqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NEJrdNRiRGg/s72-c/logan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8385906800778102081</id><published>2007-03-26T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:15:13.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar Thing: Snap Judgments and KMART!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Be ready for about 100 Tom &amp;quot;Brady&amp;quot; jokes. ...I&amp;#39;m just warning you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, seriously? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is what we&amp;#39;ve come to? An hour of Yanosh holding his head in horror as Palpatine orders nuclear strikes for no reason, Karen Hayes and Mrs. Tidwell try to awake the dormant Commander-in-Chief Superiority of Palmeresque 2: This Time It&amp;#39;s More Palmeresque, and Jack saves the day with Rain Man.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m just going to say it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What the hell happened to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...frak it, I&amp;#39;m going to re-watch the season finale of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt;. Or Wapner. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely Wapner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8385906800778102081?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8385906800778102081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8385906800778102081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8385906800778102081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8385906800778102081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/cougar-thing-snap-judgments-and-kmart.html' title='Cougar Thing: Snap Judgments and KMART!'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-2637621592031846192</id><published>2007-03-19T23:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:02:24.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS (7:00 PM -- 8:00 PM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit:  Blogger issues kept the pretty pictures from loading.  I added them 'bout noon today.  They original Audrey ones were better. Everything else is the same. Don't worry though, you'll get two Audrey pictures a week from me from here on out. (Promise, or threat? who knows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been a while, huh? What can I say, other than I'm sorry. It's okay, though-- i got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drastic &lt;/span&gt;tonight, and will likely be posting 24 things about TONIGHT and LAST WEEK. Without further ado, I give you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 (or more) Things I Think I Thought I Thought About Day Six&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while bringing to you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A COMPLETE AND TOTAL LIVEBLOG!&lt;/span&gt; Woot!    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" minute="59" hour="8"&gt;8:59&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (time is EDT) --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, the Pens and Rangers are tied at 0 and headed to the 3d. And the Pens are playing for first place in the division.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be honest, you’re lucky I’m here for you, friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I click back and miss something…sorry. I don’t have TiVO. Let’s get it on! I’m LIVE from my bedroom and I’m hoping that this hour’s not as boring as the last.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankly, the previews look promising as all hell…wait, what’s that Jack, “You should’ve told me about Audrey, Bill”. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH GOD. WHAT HAPPENED TO AUDREY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AND WHY DIDN'T BILL TELL ME!!! WHY THE BETRAYAL??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I officially can’t think of anything until I find out what’s happened to the love of my life.. Umm. Be prepared for short, pithy answers this week. (at least that means I’ll maybe post it tonight…)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="2" hour="9"&gt;9:02&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Are we that far along already? It’s dark? It’s dark and Jack has internal bleeding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And SilverJack has taken this “out of your hands, Jack”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jerkass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’ll regret &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; decision mighty soon. Anyway, Jack—GO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO AUDREY! And, umm, Logan, too. Anyone remember him? Did i miss a week or something? Didn't the last episode end with Logan dying in an ambulance?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="3" hour="9"&gt;9:03&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Geek alert—the RQ-2 is out there! It’s a STEALTH DRONE! A SUPER SMART DROID. It’s the love child of R2-D2 and Q from &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt;. I am a nerd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAFmha6a9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pg5rpLceSfU/s1600-h/rq-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 147px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAFmha6a9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pg5rpLceSfU/s320/rq-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044037742019374034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="4" hour="9"&gt;9:04&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The showdown between Bearded Bad and Bald Bad just underscores how helter skelter Bearded is, and how supremely badass Bald is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The focus on Gredenko the last six weeks has clearly hurt the hell out this season’s momentum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looks like he’s nuts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="5" hour="9"&gt;9:05&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s away! Artoo’s in the air, Hotness is trying to reposition the satellietes, MMM makes his move! Chloe catches MMM macking on Hotness, and now the jig is up! Hotness is a felon, but Chloe’s not going to report them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chloe: team player.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yawn. More pointless CTU drama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GO FIND THE GODDAMN DRONE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9::08  &lt;/span&gt;The drone is gone! Tech Terrorist is linked with the CTU satellites. He made the drone disappear. It was a &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; great idea to give Fayed access to the satellite grid back when the Day began, huh? 2.0 sucks as a president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="9" hour="9"&gt;9:09&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, in DC, up is down, left is right, and VP Palpatine is going to nuke Nameless Unaffiliated Mideast Country (NUMC), Yanosh is the flippin’ voice of reason, and Lisa is still &lt;i style=""&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;. Like, &lt;i style=""&gt;hot hot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s now “Hot Lisa”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it’s superdramatic commercial break time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As cool as the “Under Pressure” Gatorade commercial is, I wonder, what are the Pens up to?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="12" hour="9"&gt;9:12&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dammit. 1-0 Rangers., 13 minutes left. I hate you, Marc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="13" hour="9"&gt;9:13&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;American Idol sucks this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blake Lewis has won me over, though. And we’re back! Being that LA survived the commercial break, it’s not a target.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Current potential target candidates include SF (4:1), &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (3:1) and Vegas (1:2). Think about it-- if you're a Muslim extremist, why not hit Vegas? It's filled with sinful tourist Americans from all over the country. With one hit, you effect as many sinful Christians from as many different parts of the country as possible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how you spread terror.  (Note: I umm..don't support terrorism. And i don't think gambling's a sin. I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; that's where I think Fayed would want to take out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="15" hour="9"&gt;9:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s chillin with Aunt Hottie, she’s going to tell him about Audrey (according to the preview).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I always regretted things didn’t work out between us” And..DENIED! Jack balks—he will not kiss you, Aunt Hottie, not because he killed your husband, his brother, but BECAUSE HE LOVES AUDREY. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn straight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="16" hour="9"&gt;9:16&lt;/st1:time&gt; My heart stops with “you don’t know, do you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:17 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAJIxa6bEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FO4t1niwQlM/s1600-h/raver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAJIxa6bEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FO4t1niwQlM/s320/raver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044041628964777026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Died in China while trying to save Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes our live blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="22" hour="9"&gt;9:22&lt;/st1:time&gt; Okay, I just ignored all of that DC “let’s nuke the bastards” stuff, and pulled myself together. For you. For all of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank me later.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;::sniff::&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh, yeah, Karen Hayes is back now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s still old lady cute. But whatever. Oh- Keifer acted his ass off when he learned about Audrey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phenomenal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="26" hour="9"&gt;9:26&lt;/st1:time&gt; Haha! Thank you for levity, writers. Chloe kissed Morris to “check his breath” for &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;, then straight up informed him that she was “just checking your breath” afterwards. Classic moment. Really cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss Audrey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="28" hour="9"&gt;9:28&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh and Karen exchanged pleasantries four minutes ago. Now they are bitching at each other. Yanosh, “You’d better pray that CTU can find and &lt;i style=""&gt;stop that drone&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good grief, can we please focus on the ATTEMPT TO STOP THE DRONE. Thanks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="29" hour="9"&gt;9:29&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; “We have a leak”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoever had “Hour 14” in the Mole Pool wins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can collect at the front door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can still get in on the ground floor for the Mole’s Identity Pool, candidates include: Hotness, MMM, SilverJack, Morris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SilverJack’s goin’ straight after Hotness, MMM kindly disagrees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ricky gets the burn of the year with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Is this assessment based on some private knowledge, or is it because you’re &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;itchin’ to sleep with her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt; SilverJack RULES.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chloe spends 7 seconds on the computer and realizes that Hotness is, in fact, the alleged mole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SilverJack goes all Bauer on her, but Bill makes him relent. Hotness pleads her innocence as she’s carted off and MMM watches. Obviously, &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave Nadia access to his computer to frame her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never trust someone with a goatee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="34" hour="9"&gt;9:34&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Claire Daines has some &lt;i style=""&gt;dancin’ legs. &lt;/i&gt;Girl is &lt;i style=""&gt;jacked&lt;/i&gt; in a hot way. Trust me, Claires with dancer legs are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="37" hour="9"&gt;9:37&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karen visits the still-in-a-coma Palmeresque 2: This Time It's More Palmeresque.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wants him to be awoken, but only his siter, Sherri 2.0, can provide clearance to risk his life like that. Clearly, she will, because she’s a hippie and she’ll want to avoid the nuclear retaliation against NUMC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="40" hour="9"&gt;9:40&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ricky’s interrogating Nadia, BY GRABBING HER THROAT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s absolutely. hard. core.   But in a farm more prickish way than Jack. Now, MMM’s to the rescue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, yeah, Morris back-traced the signal and the Tech Terrorist is three blocks away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, I think Nadia and MMM just broke up, because his silence admitted that he doesn't believe in her innocence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAHaRa6bBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X2egIwegeCQ/s1600-h/doyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAHaRa6bBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/X2egIwegeCQ/s320/doyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044039730589232146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needs anger management,  hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="41" hour="9"&gt;9:41&lt;/st1:time&gt; A taped up Jack reads The Love of My Life's File.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are pictures of a (partially covered) body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still refuse to believe any of this. She is &lt;i style=""&gt;not dead.&lt;/i&gt; No. Frakking. Way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAHGxa6bAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tKjvk2Kb-a0/s1600-h/raver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAHGxa6bAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tKjvk2Kb-a0/s320/raver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044039395581783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9KUBa6a3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FcttT7QlFsA/s1600-h/raver+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously? no way is she gone. no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="42" hour="9"&gt;9:42&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s body is a MESS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just cuts and gore everywhere. I like how they wrapped him up in bandages so that they didn't have to blow the whole budget on body makeup. Good thing he’s suited up and ready to kick some ass now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s headed out with SilverJack and the rest of the team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="44" hour="9"&gt;9:44&lt;/st1:time&gt; YES! Jack’s reason to live:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vengeance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m paraphrasing here, but I’m pretty sure he just told Bill, “Audrey died trying to get me out of prison, because she thought I was worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not letting her down. I’m finishing this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when I’m done, tell the Chinese that I’m comin’…AND HELL’S COMIN’ WITH ME!!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAIFBa6bCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1C_skAU5URc/s1600-h/russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAIFBa6bCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1C_skAU5URc/s320/russell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044040465028639778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Nuff said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" minute="45" hour="9"&gt;9:45&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dammit. Pens lose 2-1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We blow a chance to catch &lt;st1:place&gt;Jersey&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s still time though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="50" hour="9"&gt;9:50&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They made hotness not hot real quick. Oh- I almost forgot, the target’s &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is all an elaborate plot to keep Barry Bonds from breaking Hank Aaron’s record.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it, he’s the only person universally loathed enough to bring terrorists and Russian nationals together in harmony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAIiBa6bDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jnq4WYFQDKo/s1600-h/bonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 296px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAIiBa6bDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jnq4WYFQDKo/s320/bonds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044040963244846130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="52" hour="9"&gt;Really... i'm kinda with the terrorists on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="52" hour="9"&gt;9:52&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack leads the Tact Team in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Umm, SilverJack—just watch your throat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s play the Jack Bauer Vengeance Body Counting Game: ONE! Dead terrorist ahaha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two! Two-a dead-a-terorists ahaha! Three! Three-ah-dead-aterrorists, ahaha! (Techie was the last to go).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jack had all three kills.  The first two were, in a word:  surgical. I think we can officially consider him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY BACK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="54" hour="9"&gt;9:54&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no way to disarm the bomb! The bomb automatically detonates in 30 seconds! Jack can’t turn the drone too quickly! The graphics look like flight simulator 1995! Jack’s the greatest video game pilot in the world! The drone’s needs 500 feet of runway to land and….SHE’S DOWN! She’s crashing! She'’…………………………on fire! She’s………..not blowing up!!!!! We win! Bite me, Gredenko/Fayed! Score one for democracy!&lt;/p&gt;Uram and I discussed this later, and it's clear that Jack Bauer is the Greatest Video Game Player in the History of the World. In fact, it's not well known, but the Fred Savage classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard&lt;/span&gt; was based on his life.  Other Jack Bauer video game facts include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;     He beat Contra without using the code. Without dying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     He beat Mario 3 without using any warp whistles. In 20 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     He plays MarioKart blindfolded, and has never lost a race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     He is the only person in the history of ever to successfully shoot the Duck Hunt dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="56" hour="9"&gt;9:56&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Recount: Techie’s still alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack gets to do some interrogating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uh oh…as the first responders arrive on the crash site, is anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; waiting for this nuke to go off? Oooh..maybe it's worse. There's radiation leaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="59" hour="9"&gt;9:59&lt;/st1:time&gt; Tension is freakin’ &lt;i style=""&gt;high&lt;/i&gt;. I'm still waiting for Artoo to detonate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crap, we’ve got a “dirty bomb” radiation leak and Palpatine’s looking for any excuse to strike.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Civilian deaths and environmental damage will be “untold” even Yanosh no longer agrees with a warning shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Palpatine’s ordering it anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re an hour away from a counterstrike. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" minute="0" hour="10"&gt;10:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"The order isgiven.  Launch the missiles as soon as [the subs] are in range."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now &lt;i style=""&gt;that’s&lt;/i&gt; an hour! Great, great stuff there! If Audrey were alive (GUARANTEED THAT SHE IS) and the Pens hadn’t lost, I’d be mega-psyched right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the live blog. I’ll admit, it was kind of fun to type it up while watching. Perhaps I should invest in a laptop….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See yinz next week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  -apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-2637621592031846192?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2637621592031846192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=2637621592031846192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/2637621592031846192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/2637621592031846192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/24-tads-700-pm-800-pm.html' title='24 TADS (7:00 PM -- 8:00 PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RgAFmha6a9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pg5rpLceSfU/s72-c/rq-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6059767246871053746</id><published>2007-03-19T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:54:31.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS (6:00 PM -- 7:00PM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: I orginally wrote this on 3/15.  I was totally going to finish it, too..but..well, you'll see. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon appetite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Los Penguinos make me extremely happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In light of the excitement generated by a 3-0 shutout of the hated Devils, in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, by our backup goaltender, where Jarkko Ruutu had two points, I have decided to forego &lt;i style=""&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/i&gt; in lieu of writing for all of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the words of Xerxes, “I am kind”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On with the show! Err…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Thought I Thought About Day Six&lt;/span&gt; while visions of green beers jigged in my head.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Location, Location, Location&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We’re LIVE from my bedroom, which means there are no Tomatoes to crack jokes with, and I’m experiencing the Jack Bauer Power Hour in all the glory of a 19” RCA that I bought off the floor in Wal*Mart back in 2001.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, my roommate’s watching whatever certified crap is playing on MTV right now, downstairs, on my 62” HDTV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, prepare for a pissy review.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9V8Ra6a6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-6VaqmFHHaA/s1600-h/mtvthehills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9V8Ra6a6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-6VaqmFHHaA/s320/mtvthehills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043844601635040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bite me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want ANSWERS!!! &lt;/b&gt;During the recap, I’m left to ponder, again, the eternal question:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Why didn’t Jack just leave the Consulate through the window?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the correct answer is a toss-up between “bulletproof glass protects from snipers” and “dramatic reasons”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eh.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Line #15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Chloe to Chuck, “Sorry, I’m feeling ambivalent, I’m gonna go.” Generally, the whole “Chuck goes to CTU” scene was pretty cool, and it was augmented nicely by more cool chimey music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The music this season’s been stellar, by the way.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SilverJack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holy crap, does Ricky Schroeder look &lt;i style=""&gt;old&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, meet “Mike Doyle” BlackJack’s replacement and new Resident CTU Hardass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the moment, I’m going to ignore the rumors that the Rickster’s being groomed to become Keifer’s torchbearer, and instead read from Mr. Doyle’s CTU Personnel file:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Doyle, raised by a single father who was an owner of a multinational toy company empire, grew up in a mansion stocked with arcade video games, a scale model freight train that ran throughout the house, and countless other amenities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raised in the lap of luxury, his world fell apart after scandal rocked his father, an overgrown manchild himself, and his second wife, the luscious Erin Gray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a 60 Minutes expose revealed that Eddie Toys were built in sweatshops throughout &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Indonesia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;, Gray filed for divorce and successfully took the vast majority of Doyle’s father’s assets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shortly thereafter, Doyle became a hardcore freebase heroin addict.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is, until a run in with Columbian drug runners resulted in the paralysis of his long time friend Derek Taylor (Jason Bateman) and the death of his best friend, Alfonso Spears (Alfonso Ribeiro).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Following this tragic incident, Doyle’s life worsened before it became better, as noted porn magnate Freddy Lippencottleman helped Doyle “greive” through a life of utter debauchery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t until Doyle reconnected with his father that he cleaned up his life and joined the New York City Police Department.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After three years of wearing the NYPD Blues, Doyle joined CTU and has become one of its rising stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His record is noted for multiple citations of merit. However, his love of trains, Buck Rodgers reruns, and silver spoons shows a disconcerting inability to relinquish his sketchy past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As such, he is known to experience sudden outbursts of violence, especially against British people that remind him of his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Houseman"&gt;grandfather&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morris had better watch out.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9Wsxa6a7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oWXFSS7l0aI/s1600-h/silver+spoons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9Wsxa6a7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/oWXFSS7l0aI/s320/silver+spoons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043845434858695602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happier times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;INVASION!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Holy Crap! Bill Buchanan’s gonna do it! We’re goin in after CCCP! Getting Jack back is secondary, but whatever—they’re gonna &lt;i style=""&gt;invade &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Russia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working for CTU is like going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Dickinson&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Everybody &lt;i style=""&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; everyone, if you get my drift. I mean, really, was it &lt;i style=""&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt; necessary to make Doyle and MMM long-time rivals? The only thing this season needs less than Sherri Palmer 2.0 is more frakkin’ CTU in-fighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s next? A mole in CTU?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;(Edit:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;according to next week’s preview:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…groan/yawn).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Great Escape: Part Deux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Woah! Jack just used Aaronslav Pierkofsky’s BELT to snapmare the douchey Ruskie guard, steal his gun, and then AVENGE Aaronslav’s death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was nearly as cool as when Jack ATE THE TERRORIST’S WINDPIPE. Remember? Way back in Hour 1 or 2, when Day Six was tremendous?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Can you hear me now? No? Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well Jack got through to CTU &lt;i style=""&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; long enough to inform Morris that he knows where the nukes are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though he ran out of anytime minutes before explaining the entire plan,  Jack has been upgraded to Number 1 Priority.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like that little piece of writing, there, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;America&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;’s Greatest Weapon: A Whacked Out Designing Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Follow the logic:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chuck needs to talk to Marty so she can talk to Mrs. Zubarov so she can tell Mr. Zubarov to let CTU &lt;i style=""&gt;invade Russian Soil&lt;/i&gt; because the deposed criminal mastermind Ex-POTUS, &lt;i style=""&gt;who tried to have the Zubarov’s killed during Day Five&lt;/i&gt;, says that CCCP is the one who’s responsible for the nukes in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Got that? Great plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure Zubarov will bite like nothing. Y’know—gotta trust Crazy Marty Logan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m actively pulling my hair out right now.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is Mike Doyle gonna have to choke a bitch? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;That &lt;/i&gt;was refreshing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m with SilverJack, now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just put all of CTU in its place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even care that he had to choke Morris to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe now we can put to bed all of the incessant CTU in-fighting/whining plotlines, and get to some terrorbustin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, really—A NUKE JUST WENT OFF IN AMERICA, I feel like everyone would be acting a little more seriously at this juncture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Especially Morris&lt;/i&gt;, who’s apparently not consumed with guilt enough to stop being a prick to everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Glad this all done. What? &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s starting crap with Doyle…for the second time in 20 minutes? &lt;i style=""&gt;Really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On second thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;MIKE DOYLE IS RICKY SCHROEDER!!! I can’t take him seriously as a badass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why couldn’t they have picked someone more hard? Y’know, like one of the Coreys (Haim or Feldman).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could be making &lt;i style=""&gt;Lost Boys&lt;/i&gt; jokes right now! Speaking of which, an imdb search just revealed the Billy Wirth was “Dwayne the Human Slayer” in &lt;i style=""&gt;Lost Boys. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I associate the name Billy Wirth with one thing only—The Greatest American Gladiators Contender of All Time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://sjl-static12.sjl.youtube.com/vi/fe2Xaq0d37U/2.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fe2Xaq0d37U&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;h=97&amp;w=130&amp;amp;sz=3&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;tbnid=DXbOdr7_A819MM:&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=68&amp;tbnw=91&amp;amp;prev=/images?q=billy+wirth%252"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; he 1) starts a fight with mega-tool Gemini; 2) makes&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a sweet-ass diving score as time expires; and 3) makes millions of little white kids want to wear a doo-rag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A True Champion, if there ever was one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What was I talking about, again? Oh, yeah- Ricky Schroeder’s got a long way to go to convince me that he can be a supreme Bauer-level badass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Intermission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;As we take a powder with the DC storyline, let’s recap the awesome setup we’ve got going here, if only so that I can bitch more later when there’s no payoff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) Jack’s on the run inside the consulate with only a gun and his wits. He doesn’t care if he lives, he just needs to make a phone call first. 2) Chuck has to convince Crazy Marty to convince the Russians to allow:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3) ALL OUT ASSAULT ON THE CONSULATE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This&lt;/i&gt;, my friends, is gonna get &lt;i style=""&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  Err...not.&lt;/span&gt;  Screw it. This hour sucked.  There should have been half an hour of Jack jumping Russian guardsmen like Batman and working his way out of the Consulate. Instead, he hid.  And we spent a half hour reuniting Crazyass Marty and her live in paramour, the Awesome Aaron Pierce with Chuck.  Unfortunately, Aaron has been totally emasculated by Crazyass Marty, who's SO CRAZY that she flipped her $#!+ and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stabbed Chuck in the ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..rotator cuff.&lt;/span&gt;  But, apparently, she almost totally nailed his artery.  So the hour ends with Chuck flatlining on the way to the hospital.  Does he die, tune in next week! Important things only happen as hours end!&lt;/p&gt;What about Jack, you ask? Oh...well, he hacked and slashed his way out of the Consulate in true Leonidas/Bauertastic Style. Wha? No. he, umm, hid. AND WAITED FOR RICKY SCHROEDER TO SAVE HIM (after, of course, Crazyass Marty settled down and MADE THAT PHONE CALL).  By the way, she convinced the Russian First Lady to convince the Russian President that CCCP was EVIL and that CTU should be allowed to invade Russian territory and kill Russian citizens in oh...about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, Bearded Bad and Bald Bad launched a drone, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a piece of crap super-boring hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt; and bask in the glory of Daniel Craig and the pure and utter absolute beauty of Eva Green-- the only woman that could steal me away from Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on notice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;. Get cool again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toot suite&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9aIxa6a8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/U6tThw77pEQ/s1600-h/cgn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9aIxa6a8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/U6tThw77pEQ/s320/cgn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043849214429916098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6059767246871053746?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6059767246871053746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6059767246871053746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6059767246871053746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6059767246871053746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/24-tads-600-pm-700pm.html' title='24 TADS (6:00 PM -- 7:00PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rf9V8Ra6a6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/-6VaqmFHHaA/s72-c/mtvthehills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-4284991321737469298</id><published>2007-03-14T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:56:31.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thing-- 24 March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barstoolsports.com/randomthoughts/2007/03/13/#guy_recap_guy"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;is much cooler than anything I could&amp;#39;ve written about the abject boringness that was this week&amp;#39;s hour.&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, I&amp;#39;ll have 24-Things for you soon, right after I finish celebrating the PGH Arena Deal, filling out my Mascot Bracket, watching the Pens v. the Devils, going to see  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;...again, and working through both discs of my brand-spanking-new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt; set.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I heart Eva Green.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like, a lot.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, go check out that link, then come back sometime around Thursday....maybe Friday. I forgot that it&amp;#39;s Comic Book Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt;(this post is an excellent summation of all things that I dig. plus baseball) &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-4284991321737469298?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4284991321737469298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=4284991321737469298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4284991321737469298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4284991321737469298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thing-24-march-madness.html' title='Random Thing-- 24 March Madness'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6262317516340135036</id><published>2007-03-08T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:39:56.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (5:00PM -- 6:00PM)</title><content type='html'>No slick lead in, there’s catching up to do! Without any ado, I give you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought About Day Six&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/books/03/07/captain.america/index.html"&gt;mourning the loss of Captain America&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-dl_rlQKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q7x0MC-XNwo/s1600-h/capdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-dl_rlQKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q7x0MC-XNwo/s320/capdead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039419784125825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night, sweet prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I hate NBC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;First&lt;/i&gt; they cancel “Studio 60”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; they subject me to “Deal or No Deal,” where I just wasted 20 minutes of my life watching a woman who “has porch furniture in her living room” greedily pass up a $125,000 payday…only to be rewarded with $405,000.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate this country. Cap’s probably glad he’s dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and &lt;i style=""&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; NBC puts “Heroes,” a television show made specifically for my enjoyment, up against &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;, and to make matters worse, taunts me with the promise of a &lt;i style=""&gt;Spider-Man 3&lt;/i&gt; sneak preview sometime between 9 and 10 PM.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well screw you, NBC. The tomatoes have DVR. Baha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I wish someone would’ve warned me that this would be my pop culture week of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yesterday, we lost Kara “Starbuck” &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Thrace&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on &lt;i style=""&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/i&gt; (and if you’re not watching that show, shame on you for six weeks! Also…umm…spoiler), tonight, we’re either going to lose Assad (one half of the MegaPowers) or Palmeresque 2: This time it’s more Palmeresque (no big loss), and on Wednesday, my favorite character of all time, Captain &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, is going to get punked by a sniper’s bullet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week sucks, and Han Solo, Huey Lewis, and Keith of Voltron Force best all look both ways before crossing the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I’d recommend that they just stay indoors until Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Secret Service has no creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Citadel? Really? What a weak presidential code name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think 2.0’s code name should be “New Coke,” "The University of Phoenix", or (of course) “Eli Manning”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll put it up to a vote. That, or feel free to share your own suggestions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If ya smellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllalalalalala…. &lt;/b&gt;To sum up Jack’s pre-limo conference with &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Know your role and SHUT your mouth!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jack Bauer: Secret Service Agent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It’s official, Aaron Pierce has just been eclipsed as the Greatest Secret Service Agent of All Time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a sidenote:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natty likes Jack in the suit, but she’s really torn up by the fact that Jack’s not wearing his tight grey shirt anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-eePrlQLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dqoqYQGv_wg/s1600-h/greyshirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-eePrlQLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dqoqYQGv_wg/s320/greyshirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039420750493466802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if Natty can make it in a nippleless world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Great Line #14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;While trying to appeal to Jack’s spiritual side by relating his house arrest to Jack’s Chinese incarceration, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; feeds our intrepid hero this scintillating observation, “in that silence [solitary] you can hear the voice of your deepest self.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Profound, really. But I’ve got dollars to donuts that says the voice of Jack’s deepest self is saying “Kill Charles Logan”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just me, though—and I can’t help but equate Spiritual Logan to &lt;i style=""&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/i&gt;’s “Spiritual George Sr.”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Assad, aka Baltar = DEAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, this bothers me more than the loss of Tony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least he died to save the President.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even in his death, he one-upped Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All Jack ever did was &lt;i style=""&gt;survive&lt;/i&gt; while saving the President, he’s not cool enough to make the ultimate sacrifice (::crosses fingers, spits three times::)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-e_PrlQMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mN7cpg_BG_8/s1600-h/bashir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-e_PrlQMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mN7cpg_BG_8/s320/bashir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039421317429149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also considered using pictures of Baltar and the Macho Man, but those option&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were too geeky.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HA! GOT IT! &lt;/b&gt;The identity of the Secretary of Defense, one of those quintessential “I’ve seen that guy somewhere a billion times before guys,” has been escaping me for two days. Or, right up until I started to type this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was driving me nuts, on the tip of my brain, y’know. Now it hits me—he was the Police Chief in the Sly Stallone Classic (not sarcasm) &lt;i style=""&gt;Demolition Man! &lt;/i&gt;Hopefully he can come up with a better plan than (to paraphrase) “We can just wait for another [suitcase nuke] to go [off]. And when [Fayed] performs another Murder Death Kill, we'll know exactly where to pounce!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Full disclosure: I Googled for a quote.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dum-dum-dum-dum-da-dum, dum-da-dum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Anyone else hear the Imperial March as Vice-President Palpatine assumed power and entered the bunker? Anyone?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jerry, Natty, put your hands down, you don’t count—I was whistling it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10-20 on Yanosh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, I’d like a 10-82 with Hotness, I wonder if Morris is still 10-41, I wish Chaz would go 10-169, and this episode needs WAY more 10-32s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wikipedia is a wonderful thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Brokeback White House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Chaz to assassin:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We cannot kill Yanosh!” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Assassin to Chaz:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Why not?!?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chaz:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Because I love him.” Okay, maybe it didn’t go that way, but it sure &lt;i style=""&gt;felt&lt;/i&gt; like it was going to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PSYCHE!!!! &lt;/b&gt;YES! Go Yanosh! Well, folks, that there is YOUR&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Diamond Cutter Moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe that Yanosh totally punk’d Chaz like that, and had them all (himself included) arrested/detained for the attempt on Palmeresque’s life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well. Frakkin’. Played.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;i style=""&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; there was a reason I supported that little weasel during the first six hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Waitasecond…. did the political storyline just get me to cheer? Dammit. We need more guns, pronto!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“What do you think I’m going to do, Jack? Request asylum? If it’s any consolation, I don’t think they’d take me”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My former roommate, Kup, said it best, “I did not realize how much I missed having Charles Logan in my life.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True that. What a great, funny-ass line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, interlock the ring fingers, squeeze four times, then gimme paw…&lt;/b&gt;I’m pretty sure that &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; just gave the Russian Consul the Official Day Five Co-Conspirator Secret Handshake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If only Opie was still alive to confirm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-f-frlQNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9EDij-jjZjE/s1600-h/gimme+paw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-f-frlQNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9EDij-jjZjE/s320/gimme+paw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039422404055875794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless you, Google Images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A proud alumnus of the Ed Rendelphia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Negotiating Tactics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Logan’s on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To sum up his “tactful plea” to Commie Conspirator Consul Person (“CCCP” &lt;i style=""&gt;i am so clever!&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I can send the tapes of you sending Sentox nerve gas to me to President “Don’t Call Me Sergei” Zubov—who will straight gulag-kill-you-Cold-War-Mother-Russia-Ivan-Drago-Lenin-Style for your insolence!”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Predictably, CCCP counters with “Nyet Dice”, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; comes up empty, and the Penguins move to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kansas City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Logan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Wan Kenobi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Beard?:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;check.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intense Spirituality?:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;check.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Profound wisdom and soft-spoken advice given to an adventurous war hero with a penchant for experiencing fits of extreme anger?:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;check.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give the man a lightsabre and send him to the desert! If &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Logan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; dies this year, I wonder if he’ll come back as an iridescent blue ghost? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Everyone needs a gimmick, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jack breaks into &lt;i style=""&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; Consulate, because having one Communist Superpower pissed at you just isn’t enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overachiever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It took five-point-five years, but we’re learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;CTUers have just stopped second-guessing Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though it makes them pretty irrelevant now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that Chloe answered her cell phone and agreed to cut the power to the Russian Consulate before Jack could even finish asking her to. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Obviously, she was flying JetBlue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A cheap, easy joke, I know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, 24 of these things ain’t easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, apparently Karen Hayes has been chillin’ at Ronald Reagan since we last saw her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon hearing the news of the assassination attempt, she decides to pull herself up by her bootstraps, belay that whole “resignation, schmesignation,” and head back to the White House!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way she travels, she should be back with the Cabinet by the middle of Day Eight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps: the music here was &lt;i style=""&gt;awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The East Coast Groove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lisa, VP Palpatine’s assistant, is  one attractive apkGirl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very blonde, very pale, very W.A.S.P.-y, very wearing a suit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She reminds me of Elsa from &lt;i style=""&gt;Indiana Jones &amp; The Last Crusade&lt;/i&gt;, though I seriously doubt it’s her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said….yowza.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Interesting Predicament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Though it’s incumbent of me to remind you that when the coolest stuff in an episode is found in the political subplot, it probably means that you’ve got a weak episode on your hands, the stuff between Palpatine and Yanosh was pretty great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In essence, Yanosh’s plan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(which he still believes is the only way to stop the attacks) can only be implemented at the expense of his own integrity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has to cover up the stuff about the assassination attempt and keep Chaz from justice so that he can save lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; clever writing, and a great twist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I’d really prefer a few more freakin’ explosions, thanks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill? Sup? Nothin. Sup with you? …umm..well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack reports back to CTU that he “may have a situation,” being that he broke into the Consulate, took CCCP prisoner, tripped the alarm, and is now stuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill Buchanan, the Greatest Boss on Earth, takes this all completely in stride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best part of it all, though, is that Jack Bauer Just. Doesn’t. Care. About. Anything. Anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s getting his answers, or your fingers. He doesn’t care—he just wants to save lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand, he’s so stupid that he tries to escape out of the hallway door, instead of that big window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23. Snip! &lt;/b&gt;Gross.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…err… .&lt;i style=""&gt;awesome. I’m a manly-man!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ewwwwww, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they showed the stump.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;FINALLY off the schnide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jack Bauer, now 1-4 in interrogations this season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps he only has interrogation mojo in an Assad-less world?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, CCCP cracked and Jack now knows that Bearded Bad is going to tie suitcase nukes to Predator drones and fly ‘em into their targets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wheels are up in 2 hours. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;In honor of the Penguins, we head to OVERTIME:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bullet points of DOOM:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Who wants to bet that Jack’s captured for slightly under 2 hours?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Holy crap, how easy was it for Jack to flip that Russian guard? That guy was so full of integrity that I instantly started to refer to him as&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaronslov Pierkofsky. Pity he’s already dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-hZPrlQOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xOqqrBUVFEA/s1600-h/pierkofsky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-hZPrlQOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xOqqrBUVFEA/s320/pierkofsky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039423963129004258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Bill Buchanan has just shifted into TC McQueen mode with this sentence, “I need the option to take the Consulate by force”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man for the job? Ricky Schroeder, who joins the cast next week! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Remind me to tell you about the &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; telephone number next time. This week’s number? 310-597-3781. I tried to call it, but only got a Spanish message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- We’ve reached the tipping point! &lt;i style=""&gt;Habeas Corpus &lt;/i&gt;has basically been suspended by Palpatine, Jack is the only good guy with knowledge of Bearded Bald’s plan—but Jack’s in Russian custody, CTU’s getting ready to invade sovereign Russian territory (and we all know where shenanigans like that got Thumper and Cobra in &lt;i style=""&gt;Iron Eagle II&lt;/i&gt;), and Palmeresque is still unconscious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things are heating up on the Relatively Nonstop but Kinda Slow at Times Season of &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;! ON FOX! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Player of the Game is Chuckles Logan. Awesome in so many ways. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Stats have been discontinued. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be good teach other, I’ll catch up with the last two hours, soon. Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6262317516340135036?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6262317516340135036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6262317516340135036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6262317516340135036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6262317516340135036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/24-tads-500pm-600pm.html' title='24 TADS:  (5:00PM -- 6:00PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Re-dl_rlQKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q7x0MC-XNwo/s72-c/capdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8190258310540181641</id><published>2007-03-07T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:53:44.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY THING: Eli Manning is Palmeresque</title><content type='html'>Since I&amp;#39;ve not updated in ages, and since I hate Eli Manning, and since I&amp;#39;m mourning the death of Captain America, I bring you &lt;a href="http://zembla.cementhorizon.com/archives/006066.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;(which I found on  &lt;a href="http://Deadspin.com"&gt;Deadspin.com&lt;/a&gt;). So long as you&amp;#39;re not a Giants fan, you should find this amusing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As for updates, I hope to get to THIS WEEK&amp;#39;S HOUR soon, then fill in the rest as time goes by. Life is, in a word, &amp;quot;hectic&amp;quot; right now. Don&amp;#39;t think I don&amp;#39;t miss all four of you that read this stuff.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...I wonder if Jack would like to take over as Captain America.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8190258310540181641?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8190258310540181641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8190258310540181641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8190258310540181641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8190258310540181641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-thing-eli-manning-is-palmeresque.html' title='FUNNY THING: Eli Manning is Palmeresque'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6905025733144459957</id><published>2007-02-26T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:38:43.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THING:  Logan Returns</title><content type='html'>Hot off of his actually nearly-hysterical Oscar moment, Vice-President (and apparently the new Greatest Person in the History of this Ever-Warming World) Al Gore (bearded variant) has been selected as 24TADS's Official Charles Logan Icon.  He won't admit it, but I'm certain that this means more to him than the Oscar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReMLyE-8XRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O_JpmA8Qflk/s1600-h/gore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReMLyE-8XRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O_JpmA8Qflk/s320/gore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035881763289455890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when I can't even wait for me to post so I can use these ideas, isn't it?  Last week's update will be here soon, just keep wishin/hopin/believing/flapping your wings like the kid from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels in the Outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-apk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really, that bit where the music interrupted his announcement was pretty great. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6905025733144459957?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6905025733144459957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6905025733144459957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6905025733144459957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6905025733144459957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thing-logan-returns.html' title='RANDOM THING:  Logan Returns'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReMLyE-8XRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O_JpmA8Qflk/s72-c/gore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-7679803840137435106</id><published>2007-02-26T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:34:56.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS: (2:00 PM -- 3:00 PM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;(EDITOR'S NOTE: This post has been re-revised, because finishing it at 1:00AM was a bad idea.  Some of the jokes might actually work now.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These posts are the only thing I hate about 2 HOUR 24 EVENTS on FOX! Writing 48 things is easy. Typing them up—not so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enough bellyaching, though, it’s time that I get back at it and hook you up with &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Thought I Thought About Day Six&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;while watching Mike Rowe paddle around in a manmade pond of liquid cow manure extract on what may be the best reality/docu show in the history of TV, Discovery’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Dirty Jobs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’ve not watched this show, you should start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, I hate the Tampa Bay Lightning.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Nice Jacket.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re right back at it for the second hour of Day Six’s SECOND 2 HOUR 24 EVENT. LIVE! from the International Tomato HQ, where the King Tomato has just informed me that Bearded Bad, Evil Russian Patriot Vladimir Gredenko, was the bum that Christian Bale gave his jacket to in &lt;i style=""&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to check on IMDB, but it appears that the network in my apartment is on the fritz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, there will be a lack of pretty pictures to this update, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m back online, baby! IMDB confirms it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man, that Jerry’s smart (obviously, he looked it up in order to make the blog)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Additionally, did you realize that Bearded Bad has also appeared as the Scientist Guy that created Chimera/Bellerophon in MI:2? Sprout also reports that he’s previously played the part of “Sinister Russian” in the Val Kilmer classic, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Saint&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowledge is power, people. &lt;i style=""&gt;The more you know… &lt;/i&gt;(Cue shooting star, peacock).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Riiiiiight….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, the CTUniverse Clock is showing 2:04, and in the approximately six minutes since Jack saved LA from suitcase nuke #2, CTU has hacked, decrypted, and analyzed all of the information in the computer that Bald Bad left behind during his mad-dash escape from the hideout.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the same CTU, mind you, that couldn’t track an $80,000 Maserati through the LA suburbs &lt;i style=""&gt;even though they had six dozen cameras and a helicopter on it.&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, sure. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;Now, C’MON!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;See previous Thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AND NOW MORRIS IS AT CTU?? (and he's feeling particularly angsty about wussing out and giving Bald Bad a Fully Armed and Operational Battlestation).  How did he get to CTU so quickly? What did he do? Teleport?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dear Creators of 24, This Show is in Real Time. It’s kind of your gimmick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;::telephone rings::&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hello? Hey, everybody! It’s Joel Surnow and Keifer Sutherland, two of the producers of &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What’s that guys? Oh, you don’t care about making the gimmick legitimate anymore, because 17 million people watch the show every week, and in your opinion, sticking hard to the gimmick only constrains the flow of drama-- a lesson you learned during some of the major downtime during Day One? Also, the general public is okay with some leaps in faith, so long as things keep moving, and it’s only nerds like me that spend our free time writing and maintaining blogs about a TV show that nitpick crap like "sticking within the constraints of the gimmick" to death?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and you’re rich?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Touché.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJywE-8XOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_lKfoEkTmXA/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJywE-8XOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_lKfoEkTmXA/s320/white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035713503650667746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack returns to CTU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a cool little moment where Jack returns to CTU for the first time since being abducted by the Chinese, and every pencil pusher there takes notice.  You'd think they'd have a bronzed statue of his likeness there by now, huh?  I can't help but wonder what he's thinking as he returns to the place where (deep breath)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiswifewasmurderedbythewomanhewascheatingonherwith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehelpedminutemenblowupwhilehisonlydaughterwasinside,&lt;br /&gt;hewasforcedtoshoothisbosswithaknockoutdart,&lt;br /&gt;heshotaterroristintheleg,hecutapedaphile'sheadoffwitha&lt;br /&gt;hacksaw,heinterrogatedthewomanthatkilledhiswife,hefaked&lt;br /&gt;hisdeath,hisbestfriend,whohadbeenkilledbyhisownmentor,&lt;br /&gt;diedinhisarms,hechosethelifeofaChineseconspiratoroverthatof&lt;br /&gt;theex-husbandoftheloveofhislife(whohadrecentlysavedhislife),&lt;br /&gt;andhewatchedeveryonediefromexposuretoasuper-toxicnervegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;exhales). I bet he's thinking, "Man, it's great to be home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I were planning on setting of a bunch of nukes in LA, I’d totally hang out there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, the evidence on the aforementioned hard drive has given us a lead re: the whereabouts of Bearded Bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, he’s somewhere “in the Pacific Time Zone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instantly, everyone in CTU comes to the conclusion that,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;clearly, Bearded Bad must be in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How I can’t get a Federal Job is beyond me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJyQE-8XNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YcyzZi6pi4/s1600-h/timezone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJyQE-8XNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YcyzZi6pi4/s320/timezone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035712953894853842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, he couldn't possibly be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt; else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most dysfunctional family ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did Jerkass kill Opie, he’s convinced Jack that Jack was at fault, and he is laying on the guilt trip extra thick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Jack’s not having any of it, because he’s a heartless superhero that only stops to worry about Kim and Audrey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, in a truly Greek tragedy style scene that features a tête-à-tête between Jack and Phil against the backdrop of a morgue freshly stocked with Opie’s dead body, Jack’s grilling his dad about Bearded Bad and proving that he is totally incapable of reading his family. Still, even though Jack tanked &lt;i style=""&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; interrogation here (he’s now 0-3 on the day), he gets style points for not really falling for the guilt trip. As the great (snicker) Stu Scott would say, Jack is as “cool as the other side of the pillow”. (Welcome to 1998, everybody! Please collect your N*SYNC CD, Furby, and GigaPET, and change into your adidas windsuit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy your stay!)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  Jerkass: On a mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweet! Phil’s going after Bearded Bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like Phil’s with Jack, but absolutely against him, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am digging this plot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By extension, I’m much happier than I was 5 Things ago, when I got a little pissy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I apologize. (Also, Morris = Still Angsty, and Chloe's the only person that can get through to him. How cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Revenge is a dish best served cold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I lost control,” says Jack to Bill, “I tried to tell you that I didn’t think I could do this anymore.” The greatest American since FDR admits that when Opie admitted to giving the order to kill Palmer, Tony, &amp; Doe-Eyes, he “wanted [his] brother dead.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer is pure diesel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://daveslongbox.blogspot.com/2005/09/airwolf-adjective.html"&gt;Airwolf&lt;/a&gt;, even.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill Buchanan: Best. Boss. Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bill’s offer to cover up Opie’s death establishes, with finality, that he is the greatest director in CTU history.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not argue this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, even though a previous cover-up was just used to make his wife resign from a cabinet-level post, Bill doesn’t care what rules he has to break to protect Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Between this and the way that he shook off BlackJack’s death, it’s clear that Bill is the only person in the American government that realizes the value of one Jack H. Bauer, Toughnuts, Esq.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other news, Jack doesn’t care enough about anything anymore to bother with a cover up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; decision won’t come back to haunt you. Dammit.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Phantom Menace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cool, VP Palpatine and Palmer v. 2.0 are going at it again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;i style=""&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; the “use Assad” endgame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When these two are going at it, the political stuff’s actually interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope we get more.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So be it…&lt;i style=""&gt;Jedi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;VP Palpatine with the line of the night to Palmer v. 2.0.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“There is a thin line between conviction and stubbornness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can stand firm, but you are standing alone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12. A personal (read: non-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; moment): I Heart Paul M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Natty Tomato just informed me that it is her dad’s birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the most awesomest Englishman I’ve ever met, and we had way too much fun together at the bachelor party and wedding this past summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man is money in the bank, and I raise my glass to him here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Salut!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJzIE-8XPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YfOeSqDyiJo/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJzIE-8XPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YfOeSqDyiJo/s320/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035713915967528178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know why this picture is awesome, you are one of my closet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clear &amp; Present Danger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chaz just told Yanosh that he’s on a need-to-know basis, and that he doesn’t need to know the extent of the assassination plans as he extols the virtues of “plausible deniability.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see, Yanosh, it’s “The ole Potomic twostep.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:150pt;height:187.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJzvU-8XQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wvcS8EDspsI/s1600-h/janosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJzvU-8XQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wvcS8EDspsI/s320/janosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035714590277393666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Sorry Mr. President, I don’t dance. err..umm…Well, Chaz. &lt;i style=""&gt;For you… anyyfing.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;???????&lt;/b&gt; Whatever it was that Jack just said to Aunt Hottie was missed by us all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I’ve learned anything from Day Six, it’s these two things: 1) Never let a woman drive your Maserati, 2) Never let a woman drive your remote control. Nice job, Nat.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; a gruesome bastard-retaliant…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Hottie, doing her best Nicholson-as- Joker impression tells Jack that she doesn’t blame him for Opie’s death. In fact, she blames &lt;i style=""&gt;Opie&lt;/i&gt;, and she’s glad that he’s dead. That’s. Just. &lt;i style=""&gt;Cold&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if she’ll be able to make it to the funeral? Perhaps she's having her nails done that day. Y'kno, to impress Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prediction: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Milo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;’s DOA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MMM just got a big promotion to the Tact Team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, this is not going to end well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that he’s out in the field, should I change his name to CyberJack, or should he remain MMM?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Things Must Be Picking Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My notes are falling to pieces, which is a clear sign that things are getting exciting and my note-taking has become haphazard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good news is that I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to GEICO.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our other lead:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;check &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Russia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Just to get back on track, this is the plan:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack, MMM, Aunt Hottie and a Tact Team are going to drive around a part of LA that Aunt Hottie once followed Opie to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Hottie’s going to retrace her steps, and pick out the random house that she heard Russian voices in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This plan assumes that:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) Aunt Hottie can find the place, 2) that the Russians terrorists have been using the same safe house for the last six months,  3) that just because Gredenko’s cell phone was used in the Pacific Time Zone, he’s in LA, and 4) that Gredenko didn’t skip town the moment a nuke went off where it wasn’t supposed to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Y'know, now that I’ve written it all out, I’m at a loss for words. This may be the worst battle plan since Pickett said, “Hey, guys, I’ve got an idea! Let’s form a big, straight line, and march across an open field while the Union soldiers unload their cannons on us, whaddya think?”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19. I can’t believe he didn’t laugh at her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So Phil, scared that Jack’s gotten a lead from Aunt Hottie, slyly gets her to spill the beans on the plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take a second, and please re-read the plan above. Okay, Phil is &lt;i style=""&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; scared by this ingenius plan that he immediately leaps into action, kidnaps one of his only two grandchildren, and makes a break for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then calls up Aunt Hottie and interrupts the tender moment she was trying to have with Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of which…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20. REJECTED!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Opie’s body is not even &lt;i style=""&gt;cold&lt;/i&gt; and Aunt Hottie keeps making doe-eyes at Jack (and they are gorgeous), reminding him that she’s totally over Opie’s death, and telling him how sorry she is for everything that’s happened to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Jack’s all (in full-on gravelly voice) “Marilyn, I know you’ve been through a lot today, but you’re starting to annoy the piss out of me. Now pick out the house and shut the hell up.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who’s dumber here?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack for passing up a shot at Aunt Hottie, or Aunt Hottie for wanting to shack up with Jack “everyone I love dies” Bauer? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.  DIAMOND CUTTER MOMENT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;It’s probably the least surprising Diamond Cutter Moment of all time, but it was still kind of shocking to hear Phil threaten Kim (aka Jack Jr.)’s life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a jerkass.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.  MASTER PLAN UNVEILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bearded Bad has his Bond Villain Moment (TM) when he explains to the Terrorist Techie that Looks Surprisingly More Like Ex-Fuel Frontman Brett Scallions than MMM does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that’s saying something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Tangent: I miss Fuel).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I’ll sum up in my best Cmdr. Chekov accent, “Ve vill retroactiflee vin de Cold War by using dese vepons (the suitcase nukes) dat Mother Russia vas too scaredee to use bevore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ve vill fix that mistake, and Arabs vill take dee blame.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a ten point evil plan scale, I put this one at a solid 6.  That is, slightly ahead of Lex Luthor’s plan to create a continent of craggy, worthless Krytonite land and sell it to the highest bidder (&lt;i style=""&gt;Superman Returns), &lt;/i&gt;yet definitely behind Dr. Evil’s Preparation H (which, of course, was good, on the whole).&lt;/p&gt;  That being said, what the hell does using nukes on LA and having America blame the Arabs accomplish?  You'd think that Bearded Bad would want some credit for all of his troubles? Does the fact that all he's looking for is a high American body count make him an incredibly dangerous/scary villain, or a just a senselessly mustache-twirling Snidely Whiplash type?  I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He learned the game from his Uncle Jack, now he’s afffffffffffffter the name…Jack Bauuuer, Jack Bauer, Jr! &lt;/b&gt;Kim to Phil, “I know that you’re lying to me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn skippy, Kim! Even though I titled this post after lyrics from the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjehFmPvmtk"&gt;James Bond, Jr. cartoon show&lt;/a&gt;, I don’t know that Kim deserves to be lumped in with his uncle, Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankly, Junior's shown an uncanny knack of calling Phil’s shenanigans when no one else in the family can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps he’s adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Honestly, after watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Te8xxvrjmn8&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;this YouTube clip&lt;/a&gt;, I &lt;i style=""&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a DVD of James Bond, Jr. episodes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Look out he’s comin’ through—he’s got a job to do, &lt;b style=""&gt;while he rescues the girl! &lt;/b&gt;Jammmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees Bonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.  ON THE RUN!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Forget that Harry Temple died the exact same way as Jack’s entire Tact Team, I’d just like to point out that I find it to be incredibly fortunate (for Phil, at least) that Phil happened to have another house wired to blow up mere blocks from where Aunt Hottie was taking Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose since Opie knew where to find the Russians, Phil would have as well? Ugh. Logic hurts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the explosion was awesome, Milo and Aunt Hottie are on the run, Milo blowing up the UPS van was &lt;i style=""&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;, and despite that fact that I’ve done nothing but bitch and point out plotholes during this entire hour, I pretty much loved every frakkin’ second of it, and I wish that &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; was called &lt;i style=""&gt;48&lt;/i&gt; and was on for two hours every week. Because that was a superbly entertaining 2 HOUR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; EVENT OF SPECTACULARNESS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I’ve got no good stats for this second hour. There may have been a "dammit," but I dunno.  No terrorist casualties, though. However, CTU lost &lt;i style=""&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; Tact Team, I think CiderJack’s still alive, and MMM’s the Player of the Game, for no other reason than setting off all of the grenades and &lt;i style=""&gt;running like hell&lt;/i&gt; was a pretty solid plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pity he’s deader than disco next hour..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 out of 5 David Palmers learning Sherri Palmer and throwing her off the campaign trail&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yup. More great stuff that made me anxiously await the next week. What more do you want from your TV?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I harp about logic, but I don’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I want tight, logic-based storytelling, I’ll watch Gr&lt;i style=""&gt;ey’s Anatom&lt;/i&gt;…no. Umm, I’ll watch &lt;i style=""&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;…nope. Umm.. got it—I’ll watch &lt;i style=""&gt;Dirty Jobs. &lt;/i&gt;See how it always comes full circle?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Be good to each other, and shame on you all for not commenting on Homey the Clown last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally, I thought that was pretty great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;-apk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-7679803840137435106?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7679803840137435106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=7679803840137435106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7679803840137435106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7679803840137435106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-tads-200-pm-300-pm.html' title='24 TADS: (2:00 PM -- 3:00 PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/ReJywE-8XOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_lKfoEkTmXA/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-4517168591674977663</id><published>2007-02-21T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:36:04.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pittsburghpenguins.com/multimedia/"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt;, then scroll on down to &amp;quot;24 Open&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; The Pittsburgh Penguins have been using a 24-style Opening Montage on their Jumbotron for a few months now, and I&amp;#39;ve been waiting a  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time for this to be posted on their website. Back in January, I even emailed their media department and asked when it would be posted. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is, bar none, the coolest Jumbotron movie I&amp;#39;ve ever seen in my entire life.&amp;nbsp; So you can visualize how it works in the arena, about five minutes before the teams take the ice, the house lights go pitch black, and this fantastic little movie kicks up.&amp;nbsp; It is supremely badass. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In light of this, I hope you can forgive me for being so far behind on my recaps.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-4517168591674977663?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4517168591674977663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=4517168591674977663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4517168591674977663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4517168591674977663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/awesome-thing.html' title='AWESOME THING'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-3467673301358804844</id><published>2007-02-19T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:28:52.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (1:00 PM -- 2:00 PM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve got no excuses this time. Maybe someday I’ll get quick with these.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my defense, though, these things take around two hours to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I awoke this morning and remembered that last week was Two Hours of Awesomeness, meaning that I’ve got 48 things to churn out. Sigh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before you go any further, be warned: this hour’s pretty weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without further ado, &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought I Thought About Day Six&lt;/b&gt; while realizing that we’re already 1/3 of the way through the season, and that this makes me obscenely sad. Also, Punxsutawney Phil is full of $#!+. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.  I love the Thanksgiving Episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We’re LIVE! Once again from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casa del Tomato&lt;/span&gt;, where we’re eating some sweetass subs and killing time with &lt;i style=""&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt; DVDs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The episode:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the Thanksgiving “One” where they play football. One of my all time favorites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good stuff. Not as good as my sub was, but good nonetheless. Also, the sub-maker guy had an &lt;i style=""&gt;awesome hat&lt;/i&gt; that I’m going to buy, because Natty thinks that I can pull it off. (I was going to link to it, but I can’t find it. Sigh). Anyway, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God bless Natty.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  The Skycopter CTU Freeway Traffic Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;First of all, I want to firmly establish that choppers are always cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The CTU Huey of Justice is no different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The search for Morris begins! And by the way, traffic on the Parkway West is backed to Greentree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MMM is on a mission! &lt;/b&gt;The jacket’s off, baby! &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s going to find Morris and save the day!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Two thoughts here:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if you want to hook up with Chloe, shouldn’t you let Morris stay kidnapped? I think so, this means only one thing:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;MMM’s after Hotness. Good for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;b) If MMM can’t track Evil Brit’s SupaFly EvilBritMobile, then he may be the worst analyst/subroutine-tracker in CTU history. And that’s saying something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpNzk-8XKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LPRg4aBhytc/s1600-h/maserati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpNzk-8XKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LPRg4aBhytc/s320/maserati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033421082036296866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This car:  The Epitome of Icognito. (I really should have used the "Ninja Hedge" again, huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; writers love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;What other reason is there for the blatant shout out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, Evil Brit was just spotted at “&lt;st1:place&gt;Adams&lt;/st1:place&gt; &amp; 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have a link to my profile here, but I’ll tell you this- my blogger name is “Atom13”. Why? Well, it’s been my internet handle since 1996.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My name’s Adam. My number’s 13. I’m a dork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t believe that Natty caught the reference, and I didn’t. She’s so smart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natty’s so dumb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Jack’s going to parachute [from the CTU Huey of Justice].”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My reply, “Like Jack needs a parachute.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good plan, Morris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That a way! Tell Reese how Evil Brit’s plan is to blow up more children, all for a measly $7million.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also like how he played to her selfishness by pointing out that CTU doesn’t even know that she exists. It looks like she’s actually feeling remorse over everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7. BANG! BANG! &lt;/b&gt;Holy schynekies! REESE JUST SHOT EVIL BRIT!! Ladies and Gentlemen, that’s YOUR Diamond Cutter Moment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpO6E-8XLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oNTCAoBwvhM/s1600-h/brit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpO6E-8XLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oNTCAoBwvhM/s320/brit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033422293217074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. I have no pictures of M.Moulton. Random Evil Imperial British Guy will have to suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Oops.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;“You said yourself, CTU doesn’t even know I exist.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For what it’s worth, &lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; thought that it was great plan, Morris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In any event, that was the best 12 minutes since the premiere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How to suck all the momentum out of the first twelve minutes in one easy step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That is, flip back to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; and give us more boring political claptrap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the bright side, we learned that Yanosh, of all people, convinced Palmer v. 2.0 that he should run for the presidency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in even better news, we also learned that BALTAR HAS LANDED IN DC! &lt;i style=""&gt;Yeeeeeeeeees!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10. Karen Hayes is going to kick your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Literally, what? TWO HOURS after you blackmail her into resigning, Yanosh, you tell Chaz to draft a letter a resignation for YOU?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You sissy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sack up and see this thing through the end! Also: What the &lt;i style=""&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt; is Chaz up to?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Welcome to the 10,348&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Safest Place on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aunt Hottie, Jack Jr., and Phil all check into CTU, where it is &lt;i style=""&gt;highly&lt;/i&gt; likely that one of them will be kidnapped, stabbed, shot, electrocuted, poisoned, tortured, or gassed to death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Unheard line of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Hi, I’m Bill. You must be Josh—boy, you &lt;i style=""&gt;sure do&lt;/i&gt; look like Jack.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpFKU-8XII/AAAAAAAAAEY/P4cExjCP5qs/s1600-h/cowher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpFKU-8XII/AAAAAAAAAEY/P4cExjCP5qs/s320/cowher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033411577273670786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh oh! This one's under review!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;APK will be charged with a timeout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;After further review, the ruling on the field is overturned, and Josh will no longer be known as “Jack Jr.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All hail, “Kim!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Recognize this, fools—it’s totally a boy’s name, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Morris Toughnuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bald Bad wants his component, dammit! When “I’m just an analyst, you’ve got the wrong man” doesn’t work, Morris gets all uppity Brit on him with a little, “Not bloody likely, Mate!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice try, but Bald Bad only has one reply:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpFrE-8XJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U7HpkGeLwUc/s1600-h/homey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpFrE-8XJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U7HpkGeLwUc/s320/homey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033412139914386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homey don't play 'dat." (and y'know, get the drill.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;WHAHUZZAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And they say &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; has technobabble? What the &lt;i style=""&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt; did Chloe just say about techniewutzits and modulating frequensomethings?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s hope that was the last Lt. Data Moment of the season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail80.html"&gt;Palmeresque 2: This Time it’s more Palmeresque&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Palmer’s plan to put Baltar on TV is the kind of ballsy, outside-the-box thinking that we need more of around here! Love the line “You want to lead this peace, Baltar, then LEAD.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweetass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like I’m gonna have to juummMMMmppppppppppppppp!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The CiderJack Pompadour of American Virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Seriously, he’s got so much hair, that I’m willing to bet that they have to kill him off just to save on hairspray.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far, I like him, though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cheap Shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jack to Chloe, “Chloe, Good to have you back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;::cough::MMM sucks! ::cough::::&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, what’s with Jack’s vitriol towards &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Didn’t &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; help Jack save his daughter during Day One?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s like, more likely to be nice to an evil terrorist mastermind like Baltar than to Curtis or &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I were &lt;st1:place&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I’d be watching out for gunshot wounds to the neck. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;INTERACTIVE! &lt;/b&gt;Okay, I’ve got a note here that says “For whom the does the bell toll? It tolls for THEE,” and I don’t have a &lt;i style=""&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; clue why I wrote that down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s your chance to play along! What the hell is that note in reference to?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bald Bad is AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;First he shot Reese DEAD. Then, he DRILLED. THROUGH. MORRIS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Morris, my man, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of for cracking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpQhU-8XMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zs4EsnES8R0/s1600-h/reese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpQhU-8XMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zs4EsnES8R0/s320/reese.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033424067038567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ANOTHER COUP?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh for God’s sake. &lt;i style=""&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt; do we need another Presidential Coup?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why does this only happen to Palmers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt; do we need another excuse to get Mrs. Tidwell involved with the storyline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ughhhhhhhh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chaz is so annoying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FINALLY, SOME HARDCORE ACTION!! &lt;/b&gt;That’s what I’m talking about! CTU finally makes Bald Bad’s men pay…in &lt;i style=""&gt;blood!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve got terrorists down all over the place, and Morris is okay! Everyone’s doing great, that is, until Jack realizes that there’s a SUITCASE NUKE IN THE KITCHEN!!! Dum-Dum-DUMMMMMMMMM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23. Thankfully, he decided against the Nicey McNiceguy “Stand and Scream at It” disarmamanet method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;With Chloe’s help, Jack disarms the nuke with the “stick the screwdriver in the metal clasps” nuke disarmament method he honed after countless hours of playing “Operation” during his courtship of Teri. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you think &lt;i style=""&gt;that’s&lt;/i&gt; impressive, you should see him take on “water on the knee”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did anybody else notice how Jack composed himself, then strutted out in the living room like a hardass and reported that everything was okay. Let’s see you top &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, Chuck Norris…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rdo8kk-8XGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KWTVfrNIJ6c/s1600-h/mushroom.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rdo8kk-8XGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KWTVfrNIJ6c/s320/mushroom.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033402132640586850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chuck Norris v. Suitcase Nuke No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Princess Leia Escape Plan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Here, I thought that Bald Bad had simply run up some stairs, using the tactics that Marwan incorporated into his plan so well during Day Four.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But even BETTER, he dove down a ventilation shaft/garbage shoot, shimmied down a rope, and then stole a Medivac Helicopter (Helicopter Bookend Bonus!) .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I have to say s, “Nice Perimeter, CiderJack”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re following in BlackJack’s footsteps perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dammits: &lt;/b&gt;2(8) – Jack loses Morris on the highway; Bald Bad escapes CiderJack’s first perimeter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terrorist Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what I’m talking about! Six terrorists (but Bald Bad escapes), Evil Brit, and Reese Witherspoon on Crack (and sadly, her incredible personality). &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TU Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;0! Morris LIVES! &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Player of the Game: &lt;/b&gt;Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Umm, he tracked and saved Morris and defused a SUITCASE NUKE (1 reference).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What more do you want?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 out 5 Victor Drazen Killings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just like watching Jack unload a clip on Vic Drazen, this hour was entirely perfectly satisfying in every conceivable way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a good old fashioned CTU satellite/camera chase, a wildly successful OP, a badass shootout, some disgustingly awful torture, and some quality character moments. I &lt;i style=""&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; take away a half point for all of the Yanosh/Chaz boredom, but I enjoyed the Palmeresque stuff with Baltar enough to even it all out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t wait for the commercial break to end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;More to come later (tomorrow). Maybe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-3467673301358804844?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3467673301358804844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=3467673301358804844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/3467673301358804844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/3467673301358804844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-tads-100-pm-200-pm.html' title='24 TADS:  (1:00 PM -- 2:00 PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RdpNzk-8XKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LPRg4aBhytc/s72-c/maserati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-4218925916249483632</id><published>2007-02-09T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:20:19.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (Nooner -- 1:00 PM)</title><content type='html'>Hello there and welcome back to the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d like to give a hearty special welcome to my old (and all-time greatest) boss, Barb, and, presumably (after Barb edits out all the curse words), her daughter Kati (this may be the most complexly terribly written sentence in the history of the English language – and that’s saying something, especially for this blog). They are two &lt;i style=""&gt;big time&lt;/i&gt; 24 fans that I “converse” with weekly about the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Barb even answered last hour’s most burning of questions, namely “Who the hell is Chad Lowe?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, he is the former Mr. Hillary Swank. But bigger than &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, he won an Emmy as Becca Thatcher’s AIDS-inflicted boyfriend on the oft lamented 1980s TV series &lt;i style=""&gt;Life Goes On&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, Google Images has failed me, and I have been unable to unearth any pictures of Becca (&lt;i style=""&gt;avec &lt;/i&gt;red glasses) with which to grace us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anywho, upward and onward.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought I was Thinking About while coming to the conclusion that someone stole Buff Burrows’s life and made a movie called “Beerfest” around it, that “Beerfest” was surprisingly hilarious, and that Tom Lennox is a Deutschbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Forget the bacon, eggs, steak, or dressing-- “mixed greens” make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We’re coming live and direct to YOU from Casa del Tomato in the luxurious North Hills of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, I am back in my element with my lovely bickering couple of choice:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Superhuman Italian Shelf-Putter-Upper Jerry Tomato and his lovely bride, the Jack Bauer Nipple Loving Natalie Tomato.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve been watching “Beerfest” and drinking cocktails since dinnertime, so this might get interesting (and for the record, I had a steak salad).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Game on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, Captain Obvious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Newsperson of Exposition has thankfully informed the American people that Palmer v. 2.0 has “confirmed that a tactical nuclear weapon has been detonated” in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My question:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what the hell &lt;i style=""&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; would make a big mushroom cloud in the middle of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Valencia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? An overheating Volvo? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Communication: the Cornerstone of a good marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nat and Jer oughta pay good attention to Bill and Karen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See, Bill’s telling Karen to fight for her right to stay in the cabinet, while simultaneously trying to get an explanation from her for &lt;i style=""&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; she resigned in the first place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karen promptly hangs up on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill promptly calls back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karen...promptly hangs up on him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I give them six months.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s getting dusty in here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’m really sorry [that I pushed you away], Jack,” Phil tells his son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a pleasant heart to heart, being that they’re going to be executed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this is where the real time format kind of sucks, because we’re never going to know what drove them apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Irv? &lt;i style=""&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;.... IRV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back in the 90s, they did this really cool anthology of short Batman stories called “Batman: Black and White” where all kinds of indie comic creators gave their take on a Batman story, with only one catch: all of the stories were in black and white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I remember there was a story about Batman’s death, and how it wasn’t the Joker or the Penguin who eventually kills Batman, but a punk who gets lucky and shoots Batman through the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Long story short, as&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phil and Jack are lead to their execution, Phil calls one of the evil henchmen by his name, “Irv.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you &lt;i style=""&gt;kidding me??? &lt;/i&gt;Forget the fact that they gave away the end of this scene in the preview last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew Jack was surviving the second I realized that there’s NO CHANCE IN HELL of Jack getting punked out by a guy named Irv. None whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if he did, I’d like to think that his tombstone would read, “Shot in the back by Irv over a matter of eighty dollars”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris: You’re on notice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Told you so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack and Phil escape, but while Jack was interrogating the lackey, Phil shot him dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true: Phil Bauer is hardcore too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WE NEED BALTAR BACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that Opie lied to Jack during his interrogation and Jack didn’t catch it means that Jack is 0-2 during interrogations today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s lost his touch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This may be the longest logic leap in the history of the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, we need Assad/Baltar to come back and start shoving knives in ugly places so we can put an end to these terrorist shenanigans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hubba. Hubba.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woah. Reese Witherspoon on Crack has a fantastic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;. If you know what I mean.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not ANOTHER security breach?!?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evil Brit M. Moulton’s finally found a guy that Bald Bad can use to create another “component” so more suitcases can go boom. Swell. Apparently, this guy will need to be “coerced” in order to cooperate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, it’s someone in CTU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, it’s male. Clearly, it certainly won’t be MMM. By process of elimination, Morris is the target.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what will they do? Kidnap Morris and coerce him by threatening Chloe? How are they going to get into CTU to grab him? What are they going to do, use the Ghost of Edgar Past to infiltrate security? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Darren McCarthy!!!&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;i style=""&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; realized that Evil Brit (M. Moulton) is actually &lt;i style=""&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Darren McCarthy that Jack and Graem were trying to hunt down last hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe it took me so long to realize this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m obviously slipping, and I’ve not even been incarcerated by the Chinese government.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is what having a job will do to you, kiddies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CiderJack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Welcome to the new Tact Team, “Al Turner.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stay far away from Mr. Bauer, and you &lt;i style=""&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom! Dad! Please don’t fight! It’s...it’s Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Sorry, just had a flashback there when Jack Jr. got all “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAD!!!?!?!?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would’ve paid eleventy-hundred dollars for Jack to stare him right in the eye and say, “Opie never told you what happened to your father.... Josh, &lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; am your father.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great Line #13.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’ve seen what happens when you try to protect people!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BURN! Aunt Hottie, BURN!!! &lt;i style=""&gt;Serve. Serve. Serve. Serve. &lt;/i&gt;For those of you new to the scene, an abbreviated list of people Jack has tried to protect:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Teri Bauer, Kim Bauer, Lou Diamond Phillips, Sissy McWussypants (Paul Raines), Chance, Tony, Ryan Chappelle, Palmer v. 1.0, Doe-Eyes, Secretary Heller, BlackJack, &lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/article/sutherland%20set%20fire%20to%20doll%20prototype_1018941"&gt;Jack Bauer Action Figure Prototype&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No, seriously. You want to click that link.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t know anything, do you, smarty pants?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, though, Aunt Hottie &lt;i style=""&gt;hasn’t heard&lt;/i&gt; what happens when people are taken to CTU, because she and Jack Jr. are off to CTU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;See&lt;/i&gt; Teri Bauer, Reza Naiyeer, Mya Driscoll, Sissy McWussypants, Audrey’s brother, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Water under the bridge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Opie’s tied back up in the office and he’s pleading with Jack. This is priceless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Jack, buddy...&lt;i style=""&gt;pal! &lt;/i&gt;Brother! About that thing where I was going to kill you, let’s not hold grudges, you know? Let’s let bygones be bygones! I’m over it...”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All we’re missing is Opie saying that he’s made “A huge mistake,” and he’d sound just like GOB Bluth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Say it with me, “GRAAAHAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, why is Keifer Sutherland physically incapable of pronouncing Opie’s name? Why does it always sound like he calls him “Grey”?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YOUR BROTHER IS OKAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saw this one coming a mile away—Evil Brit is totally faking Morris’s brother’s hospital report in order to flush him out of CTU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Predictable? Certainly. But this is &lt;i style=""&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; better than another CTU infiltration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least, it worked out logically, in that 1) Morris tried to call his brother at the hospital, but the lines were full (although, I would suspect that a CTU agent could break through...); 2) Chloe used her female powers of persuasion to convince him to finish his job first; 3) a brother would never even entertain the thought that it’s a trap if he thought his brother was dying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also: please juxtapose Morris’s selfless love of his brother with Jack’s torture of Opie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s gone soft.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Opie’s putting up a pretty good fight against the Pain Inducing Drugs. If this was any other interrogation, Jack would have shot him in the knee by now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that Opie’s harder core than he would ever appear to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s that little brother power that they tap into whenever they feel like they’ve got to prove their mettle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gooder has it, and it’s occasionally frightening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just don’t let him know that I said that—I’ll lose the psychological edge that I’ve slowly cultivated over 20 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if that happens, I’m going to have to hold him down and feed his hand to our dog again in order to get it back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Penny’s getting old, I’m not sure that she can take it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HOLY FRAKKIN’ FRAKKITY FRAK!!!! OPIE ADMITTED TO BEING LAST YEAR’S MASTERMIND (spoiler).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Diamond Cutter Moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keifer just won an Emmy for his reaction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Opie’s reasoning:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“BECAUSE I LOVE MY COUNTRY! And in the REAL WORLD, sometimes you have to do terrible things...&lt;i style=""&gt;We’re the Same!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;WE ARE NOT THE SAME!!! WE’LL DO THIS MY WAY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Dad Eyes of Doom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Jack’s got a gun to Opie and he’s scared off every CTU agent that knows not to mess with The Bauer. Then it happens:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phillip stares at Jack with the Dad Eyes of Doom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those eyes that send 1 singular message, “I’m not mad at you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m just disappointed.” Natalie could not understand why this instantly disarmed Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jerry and I did.  Interestingly, though, she admitted that her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; could do that to her, but not her dad. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why the hell are my parents calling right now? &lt;/b&gt;No joke, my dad just called me to ask, “You’ve seen that look before, haven’t you?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I soiled myself, I apologized for staging pencil fights in his bedroom when I was 12, crashing the Subaru when I was 16, and a litany of other bad deeds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I even made some other stuff up to apologize for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate that he can do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Good push, Gooder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Mrs. Tidwell’s hanging out with Walid: Muslim Patriot (who is thankfully still alive).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankly, I missed this exchange, because 1) I was on the phone with my dad and 2) I don’t pay attention to anything that involves Mrs. Tidwell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, she either told Walid or Palmer v. 2.0 something along the lines of “you are the bravest, most principled man that I know,” to which my brother (and Barb) replied, “NEXT TO YOUR BROTHER, DAVID $*(%ing PALMER!” and he swore, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he’s a clergyman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how much everyone hates Mrs. Tidwell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;PolSci 309:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Executive Branch and Constitutionality in Times of War and Crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Damn. &lt;i style=""&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; was a political debate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did any of you non-lawyers/non-PolSci dorks enjoy that as much as I did. Yanosh the Pragmatist +&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the VP Palpatine v. Palmer 2.0 over the legality of Executive Order 1066.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d like to pat the backs of the writers for tying the Exec. Order into FDR’s &lt;a href="http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/learning_history/children_ww2/children_ww2_teacher.cfm"&gt;Exec. Order 9066,&lt;/a&gt; which called for the interment of Japanese citizens during WWII.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d also like to pat myself on the back for recognizing the correlation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knew I was actually paying attention during Professor Pohlman’s Con Law class during Sophomore Year (I was even pledging at the time)?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m also pretty psyched that my mind didn’t automatically jump to &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/databank/updates/news20050705.html"&gt;“Execute Order...66”. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of all, I’m &lt;i style=""&gt;thrilled&lt;/i&gt; that Palmer 2.0 acted exceptionally &lt;i style=""&gt;Palmeresque&lt;/i&gt; with lines like “...never governed by the politics of fear,” and “The discussion on this matter is over”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv0Wu8n6I/AAAAAAAAADg/2KG_qr7IEGI/s1600-h/debate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv0Wu8n6I/AAAAAAAAADg/2KG_qr7IEGI/s320/debate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029588197856550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;President Palmer &amp; VP Palpatine engage in Constitutional debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24. Told you so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;What’s that, CTU technician Ackbar? You have something to tell Morris. Go ahead:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcyvtWu8n5I/AAAAAAAAADY/biH1gsaRFb8/s1600-h/ackbar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcyvtWu8n5I/AAAAAAAAADY/biH1gsaRFb8/s320/ackbar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029588077597466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, I have no idea why I am making so many Star Wars references this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;BONUS! 25.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phillip Bauer is EVIL!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dammit! He totally Rollo Tomasi-ed us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bastard! What a great little conversation with Opie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Doin’ great, son.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Thanks, dad. I’m tough! Tougher than Jack!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We’ve got to save the company (Question: What the hell is the company, and why’s it so damn important?)”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Word, dad. I got it under control, Jack doesn’t suspect that YOU WERE REALLY BEHIND PALMER/TONY/DOE-EYES’ DEATHS”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Umm..yeah. And he’s not going to. Cuz I asked too much. And also, cuz you’re dead.” “Wha.....glurghghghgdurrhghgh”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;fin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv8Wu8n8I/AAAAAAAAADw/qA0j2_cBG1w/s1600-h/opie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 281px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv8Wu8n8I/AAAAAAAAADw/qA0j2_cBG1w/s320/opie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029588335295504322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv4mu8n7I/AAAAAAAAADo/qR5kocyvdI4/s1600-h/cromwell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 292px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv4mu8n7I/AAAAAAAAADo/qR5kocyvdI4/s320/cromwell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029588270870994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dammits: &lt;/b&gt;1(6) – Jack after Phil kills Irv’s friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terrorist Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;3 &lt;i style=""&gt;damn skippy! &lt;/i&gt;Irv. Irv’s friend, and Opie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TU Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;0! Way to stay alive, CiderJack! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Player of the Game: &lt;/b&gt;Phillip Bauer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Big Daddy Phil is playing everyone like a harp from Hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I wrote this, I realized that he killed Irv’s friend in order to keep him from talking and blowing his cover. Tremendous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if I buy that it should have been that easy to kill Opie and get away with it, but whatever, I’m too busy wondering how this is all going to play out, and if Phil’s in bed with Bald Bad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Also: mega-bonus points for the Dad Look of Doom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.5 out of 5 D’Edgars. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left a half point off just in case it gets better than this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were a little short on action, we were high on family angst, which is made all the more captivating by the great performances being put in by everyone involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even Aunt Hottie did some nice work this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that I ended up talking to &lt;i style=""&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; my dad and my brother about this episode is a strange coincidence, isn’t it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All-in-all, a pleasing death for Opie and a fantastic confession to Jack, even though we learned that Phillip’s been behind &lt;i style=""&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; all along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crazy-go-nuts. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;See yinz next week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;-apk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-4218925916249483632?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4218925916249483632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=4218925916249483632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4218925916249483632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4218925916249483632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-tads-nooner-100-pm.html' title='24 TADS:  (Nooner -- 1:00 PM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Rcyv0Wu8n6I/AAAAAAAAADg/2KG_qr7IEGI/s72-c/debate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8440342696157767629</id><published>2007-02-07T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:22:48.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS: (11:00 AM  -- Nooner)</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I was just getting on a roll doing these things, and then LIFE ATTACKED.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been busy here at the day job, so the energy I summon to write these babies at night has been sapped to the point that it’s...umm...un-summon...able.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, enough excuses! It’s time for the show!    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought About Day Six while basking in the glory of my newly H-Deified 62” of Awesome television and counting down the minutes until I can get back to watching IMAX movies on Discovery HD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Technology is grand.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  I am Tomatoless. &lt;/span&gt;In the words of the puppet &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kim&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jong&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Il&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I’m Ronerryyy....Oh, so Ronerryyy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here all alone, LIVE from my living room with not a roommate to be seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I mention that my TV is &lt;i style=""&gt;big&lt;/i&gt;. Clearly, I’m overcompensating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; is not as much fun when you watch it by yourself. Sigh....&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  Hey, this show is done in REAL TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nice touch, having us pick up right where Palmer 2.0’s speech left off last hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, sometimes I lose track of the fact that the show’s in real time, y’know, with all of the teleportation around LA and total disregard for the fact that Jack was in a CHINESE PRISON 6 hours ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.  Great Line #11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh leads the league in Great Lines. I think it’s his pragmatism that makes him so swell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the shot about needing “preparatory steps” because “Fayed just killed 12,000 people in less time [then it took to load a musket back when the forefathers were writing the Constitution], without taking aim” was especially convincing. I even almost forgot that Karen Hayes is kinda hot, and that I always side with the hotter girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.  CTU- No Hotness Allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woah! Wait? Dare I say it? Did CTU learn from its mistakes and actually install an extra level of security in CTU against moles? What a novel freaking concept.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although, clearly, since they only racially profiled against those of Middle Eastern descent, This Year’s Mole will certainly be a white middle class American.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; teaches us that you can’t spell “Diversity” without “E-V-I-L”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, well. You &lt;i style=""&gt;can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that’s like, &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; close.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shut up.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  Not Dessler, but it’ll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Hottie’s got some geeeEEEEE-orgeous baby blues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is all.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.  So she’s just a slut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cracked out Reese Witherspoon isn’t a techslut? I thought that M. Moulton, the Evil Brit,’s girl was the replacement techie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess now she’s just eye candy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No objections, here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sweetass&lt;/i&gt; Maserati, by the by. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  AHHHH! I CAN’T ESCAPE WORK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bald Bad’s getting all up M. Moulton’s grill (over the phone, no less) about “Have you found an engineer yet?!?!?!?!” and I’m totally having flashbacks to every attempt I’ve ever made to find a family practice expert to review one of my cases.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FP’s and oncologists are like, &lt;i style=""&gt;impossible&lt;/i&gt; to find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ortho’s are a pain, too. I’m just saying.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.  Needless Bureaucratic Melodrama drives me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MMM can’t get any work done because Hotness is pulling the whole operation down because she doesn’t have security clearance. MMM goes to Bill Buchanan in order to get the problem fixed, just like he should, and he’s getting the runaround from Bill and Hotness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why, exactly, do we need to hide the reason for Hotness’s inefficiency from her direct supervisor, again? I mean, didn’t we &lt;i style=""&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; establish that everyone universally agrees that the rule sucks?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So why hide the reality that Hotness’s hands are tied from everyone who needs to know? To protect her feelings? Whatever, this is CTU—I’m pretty sure that the CTU crest has &lt;i style=""&gt;We Don’t Care About Your Feelings&lt;/i&gt; emblazoned in Latin across the bottom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is dumb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.  Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;MMM just took a moral stand and gave Hotness his passcode. &lt;i style=""&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is going to end well {insert sarcasm here}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.  Walid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Muslim Patriot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, this Walid undercover stuff really isn’t all that bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The play-by-play by Aaron West Coast and Mrs. Tidwell is &lt;i style=""&gt;beyond&lt;/i&gt; tedious, though. I can tell what’s going on, dammit! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.  Great Line #12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“What are you smoking?!?” Well played, Yanosh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, this whole back and forth between Karen and Yanosh is money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We picked up Great Lines like “Do you want to get in the ring with me, Tom?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You’re a sunuvabitch!” and (in response) “I never claimed otherwise”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s GREAT to see that someone in the CTUniverise if &lt;i style=""&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; standing up to cheap political gamesmanship! You go, Karen!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.  Crap (again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes! Karen’s pulling a Kresgy and is headed straight to the office of Palmer v. 2.0 in order to rat out Yanosh! Wha? She...she’s &lt;i style=""&gt;resigning? &lt;/i&gt;Karen...., dammit!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  Acting like King David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That a way, 2.0! Don’t accept her lameass excuse of “personal reasons!” See, I told you that 2.0 could actually be a leader. He’s going to get all Palmeresque 2: This Time It’s More Palmeresque, and &lt;i style=""&gt;deny&lt;/i&gt; Karen’s resignation! Wha? He...he’s &lt;i style=""&gt;letting her go???&lt;/i&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;! You loser.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dammit!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.  The movie that came and went in the time it took me to write this review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Breach,” eh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laura Linney. Chris Cooper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;King David Palmer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This movie will be &lt;i style=""&gt;exceptional&lt;/i&gt;. Too many good actors. Pity I have absolutely no interest in paying money to see it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nato_alphabet"&gt;NATO Phonetic Alphabet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Apropos &lt;/i&gt;of nothing, I love the phonetic alphabet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, like when Jack reads a license plate as Yankee Tango Uniform Niner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.  It’s trick to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time, it’s tricky!&lt;/span&gt; Just like Walid: Muslim Patriot! I can’t believe that Random Incarcerated Terrorist #4 fell for it man, the oldest trick in the book! Walid: Muslim Patriot pretended to fall, and &lt;i style=""&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; stole RIT4’s cell phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s like Linus in Ocean’s 11, or the Artful Dodger! Good stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Totally unbelievable good stuff, but no moreso than Jack dodging bullets and shaking off that stab wound in the back of his neck. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Ooops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Walid just got caught. Now his ass is getting (literally) kicked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps he’s a little more Maxwell Smart than James Bond.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.  Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot? &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, Aaron West Coast’s walkie talkie didn’t work? He and Mrs. Tidwell had to &lt;i style=""&gt;personally&lt;/i&gt; save Walid from certain mob-doom? Stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoWQ7bV-tI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q8b-RPguFGs/s1600-h/wtf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoWQ7bV-tI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q8b-RPguFGs/s320/wtf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028856413998676690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First Appearance:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The WTF Moment Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. &lt;/span&gt;No, really. Has &lt;i style=""&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; happened this hour?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wonder if it’s going to end with James Cromwell calling off the dogs and introducing himself as Jack’s father. Thanks for giving away the ending, fellas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, this is a lot less fun without the Tomatoes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fresh Meat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, please meet the newest CTU Perimeter Makers—Curtis’s replacements, AppleJack and One-EyedJack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice to have you aboard, boys. Welcome to your first Op.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You should know, however, that if you go into that building with Jack, it’s far more likely than not that you’re going to take a bullet. Just a warning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Godspeed.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  ANOTHER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;shredding program? &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps “Shredding Program” is this year’s “Nuclear Football” –style catchphrase instead of “suitcase nuke,” because this is the second time one’s been referenced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can I ask a seemingly dumb, rhetorical question, though? Okay—if you have a super-secret shredding program that’s designed to ruin your hard drive and shred all of your super-secret evil documents of terribleness, why, pray tell, would its window stay open on the screen when it’s done &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; why would it bother to show you a list of the encrypted files and times that they were deleted? Sounds like a pretty shitty program, if you ask me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My money says it comes standard with Windows Vista.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy Bauer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, Philip “Rollo Tomasy” Bauer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three thoughts:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) James Cromwell is an &lt;i style=""&gt;exceptionally&lt;/i&gt; fantastic actor; 2) His skullet is embarrassing, 3) there’s no way that he’s not really EVIL.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as he turns, I’m calling him “Rollo”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like Yanosh’s power play over Karen, if only because it morphs him from “Cool, Pragmatic Villain that’s only a villain because he has an unpopular ideology” to “Traditional Mustache-Twirling Two-Faced Bureaucrat 2007”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, can someone please tell me what I’m supposed to know Chad Lowe (Yanosh’s flunkie) from?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nothing good ever happens in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the grand tradition of the Little Blonde Warner shooting everyone, Jack and Audrey under siege, and Robocop getting the drop on Jack last year, we are presented with this week’s DIAMOND CUTTER MOMENT:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Opie’s Official Heel Turn. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I seriously thought that Phil was going to be evil-er than Opie, but they turned it all around on us and Opie went and took Jack and Phil hostage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweet. (it’s about time something happened). Oh, by-the-by, Opie killed AppleJack and One-EyedJack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hardly knew ye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoXxrbV-vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m_ImpJ68NfU/s1600-h/applejack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoXxrbV-vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m_ImpJ68NfU/s320/applejack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028858076151020274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoX57bV-wI/AAAAAAAAADA/T3O1kb4mB48/s1600-h/1eyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoX57bV-wI/AAAAAAAAADA/T3O1kb4mB48/s320/1eyed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028858217884941058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dammits: &lt;/b&gt;1(5) – Jack to Opie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terrorist Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;0 (?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weak, just weak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TU Casualties: &lt;/b&gt;3 (?) The aforementioned AppleJack and One-EyedJack, via Opie’s flunkies, and don’t forget Karen’s political career.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Player of the Game: &lt;/b&gt;Tough call here. I’m giving it to Tom Lennox, though, if only because he took out Karen and had a crapload of great lines to go with his political maneuvering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That, and he’s been so deliciously annoying/villainous so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh is money in the bank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;2.5 out of 5 Lynn Kresgy swann dives.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I awoke just in time to see Opie’s unexpectedly early major heel turn, so that was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I honestly expected that he would manipulate Jack a lot more than he had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also expected that Phillip would be a lot more dastardly than he is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it’s early, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All-in-all, this week was a lot of setup. I hope the payoff comes as quickly as Karen’s surrender.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, Palmer v. 2.0- please sack up soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8440342696157767629?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8440342696157767629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8440342696157767629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8440342696157767629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8440342696157767629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/24-tads-1100-am-nooner.html' title='24 TADS: (11:00 AM  -- Nooner)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RcoWQ7bV-tI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q8b-RPguFGs/s72-c/wtf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6830854661813271026</id><published>2007-02-06T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:22:17.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Things:  I Suck.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I know.  I'm two weeks behind. Sorry, folks, but the last eight days have been tremendously hectic in a busy way.  Long story short, I went to Philly last weekend and needed to get a lot of work done around said excursion.  That being said, there might just maybe be an update tomorrow. I was gonna do two tonight, but I just got a ticket to Pens/Predators.  There's no way I'm missing this.  (Marc, I'm certain that you can understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll whet your appetite  with a preview of the fun headed our way thanks to last night's episode.  If only Morris knew Spanish...or Mon Calimari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RckNLrbV-sI/AAAAAAAAACc/1Pz7zIyleSY/s1600-h/ackbar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RckNLrbV-sI/AAAAAAAAACc/1Pz7zIyleSY/s320/ackbar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028564953223002818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/APK%7E1.TRC/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Until to morrow, fair blogophytes.&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6830854661813271026?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6830854661813271026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6830854661813271026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6830854661813271026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6830854661813271026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/02/late-things-i-suck.html' title='Late Things:  I Suck.'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RckNLrbV-sI/AAAAAAAAACc/1Pz7zIyleSY/s72-c/ackbar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-9203565344747195031</id><published>2007-01-29T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:46:46.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Thing: USA Today on the Family Bauer</title><content type='html'>Before I CTRL-V, consider this a public service announcement that I&amp;#39;m watching the show alone tonight, due to commitments the Tomatoes have.&amp;nbsp; If you&amp;#39;d like to join me in celebrating Jack Bauer in 62&amp;quot; of splendid High Definition, just drop me a line. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/television/news/2007-01-28-24-family_x.htm"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt; to read a little something off of the USAToday.com wire:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Cliff&amp;#39;s Notes:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;quot;Graham&amp;quot; is spelled &amp;quot;Graem&amp;quot;. I will continue to call him Opie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lois from General Hospital&amp;#39;s Name is Marilyn.&amp;nbsp; I will call her &amp;quot;Aunt Hottie&amp;quot;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Sutherland was briefly considered to play Jack&amp;#39;s Dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t know&amp;quot; if they&amp;#39;ll do anything else about Josh as Jack Jr.&amp;nbsp; I bet they do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enjoy the show tonight!&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; Thanks to those I don&amp;#39;t know who have been stopping by and perusing.&amp;nbsp; Apparently I&amp;#39;ve been linked by another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; blog. That is, in a word, &amp;quot;freakin&amp;#39; cool.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-9203565344747195031?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9203565344747195031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=9203565344747195031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/9203565344747195031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/9203565344747195031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-thing-usa-today-on-family-bauer.html' title='News Thing: USA Today on the Family Bauer'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-2517106310854572417</id><published>2007-01-25T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:21:08.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Thing:  Day Six -- Comic Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smalltide.com/24comics/index.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;is absolutely brilliant, especially the parts that are "edited for content".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-2517106310854572417?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2517106310854572417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=2517106310854572417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/2517106310854572417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/2517106310854572417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/cool-thing-day-six-comic-style.html' title='Cool Thing:  Day Six -- Comic Style'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-1139708311611309758</id><published>2007-01-25T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:00:36.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (10:00 AM -- 11:00 AM)</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I missed the first half hour tonight, due to the three-headed monster that was Happy Hour, shitty road conditions, and my stupid attempt at taking the back way to Jerry’s house.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I Think I Thought About Day Six while my car skids right on past Jerry’s road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I missed the fallout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup, I’m late, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t bring any puns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re live from the floor of the Casa Tomato living room, where I’m gorging myself on the hoagie that was meant to be Natalie’s lunch and trying to get caught up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, I missed some cool MacGyver-style action as Jack gathered his courage and saved a helicopter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Way to be, Jack! Also, word has it that Jack’s dad turned up on a contact list with a shady Russian.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Plothole: Closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least they didn’t try to pull a fast one on us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m working via Nat’s recap, here, but from what I understand, since the Terrorist Techie blew himself up, Bald Bad needs a new Component of Doom, and someone to install it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enter The Evil Brit, who’s supposedly the proverbial “guy who knows a guy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fair enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"The Evil Brit" is not only too vague, but also too long to write, so I’m either going to refer to this dude as M. Moulton.  Wait, that's a dig that is too obvious. I'll just call him "Matt M."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it is written, so it shall be done.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Undercover Brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That doesn’t really fit, does it, being that Walid is an Arab, huh? Well, neither does this storyline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even for &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;, it’s pretty far-fetched that he’d be so quickly indoctrinated by captured terrorists on the day of their attack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care how many times the Feds beat him up (nice trick, though). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jerry’s Quote of the Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To Mrs. Tidwell:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Quit being a [frakking] attorney!!” Okay, Gerald, if you insist.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;How many minutes have we wasted on Mrs. Tidwell’s incessant whining to the FBI Agent with a Chip on His Shoulder?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That guy’s pretty cool. He calls it like he sees it, and plays it by the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that Our Boy Aaron Pierce is likely in DC with Palmer v. 2.0, I shall refer to FBI Agent as “Aaron West Coast”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The Legend Killer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the nameless FBI drones in Walid’s compound looks an &lt;i style=""&gt;awful&lt;/i&gt; lot like former WWE Champion Randy Orton.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, I’ve got to come up with 24 of these in 30 minutes. They’re not &lt;i style=""&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; going to be good.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;More Great Casting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you that don’t know, Jack’s Dad, Phillip Bauer, will be played this year by James Cromwell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may know him from &lt;i style=""&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Babe &lt;/i&gt;(the Farmer), &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First Contact &lt;/i&gt;(Zephram Cochrane) and as “Rollo Tomasi” from &lt;i style=""&gt;LA Confidential. &lt;/i&gt;Awesome actor. Should be sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjgWzwwjYI/AAAAAAAAACE/IefmAgoKk9g/s1600-h/cromwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjgWzwwjYI/AAAAAAAAACE/IefmAgoKk9g/s320/cromwell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024012066788248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Phillip Bauer dances with the Bride on Jack's Wedding Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DIAMOND CUTTER MOMENT TO END ALL DIAMOND CUTTER MOMENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bluetooth Graham, Ron Howard lookalike and the mastermind behind Day Five, IS JACK’S BROTHER!!!!!!! (spoiler).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kid you not, Jerry, Nat, and I simultaneously shouted in astonishment something to the effect of “HOLY [expletive deleted]ing [expletive deleted]!!!!!” when this happened. Masterful, masterful play call, &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; writers. We who are about to die, salute you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjdIzwwjVI/AAAAAAAAABs/4jjGpHa7kIw/s1600-h/opie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjdIzwwjVI/AAAAAAAAABs/4jjGpHa7kIw/s320/opie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024008527735197010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bill Buchanan v. Baltar: Round 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to Nat, Bill refused to shake Baltar’s hand when he arrived at CTU.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My loyalties are pretty torn here. I guess I’m going to have to trust Bill’s instincts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, has there been any comment or backlash re:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BlackJack’s death?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, apparently Morris is pissed that Baltar’s at CTU, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tred carefully, Morris, I don’t like you &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;What, Jim Ross wasn’t available?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently (maybe “Apparently” is the new catchphrase here, instead of “suitcase nuke,” being that I’m getting all my stuff secondhand tonight), Bald Bad almost hit, or actually did run over a little girl in the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, killing 12,000 Los Angelinos with a nuclear bomb isn’t enough to establish that he’s PURE Evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Normally, when I guy wants to establish a heel turn, they just cut a promo with JR and break his arm or something. This seems a little drastic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Opie is a bad actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Graham (doesn’t it sound like they’re calling him “Grey”) is great on the phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Jack..&lt;i style=""&gt;wow&lt;/i&gt;. it’s like, so great that you’re home. Listen, we tried &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hard to get you out of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;—wait, hold on, I’ve got a call coming in...”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, it’d be pretty great if he put Jack on hold just to screw with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Why did it take me so long to realize this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Opie’s responsible for President Palmer’s, Tony’s, and Doe-Eyes’s deaths. There is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell &lt;/span&gt;to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lois Quartermain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holy schnikies! Opie’s wife is Lois from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;General&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, Gooder was the only other friend I have that noticed this. We are two very lame guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I blame our sister for making us watch that particular soap back in the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yinz might remember her from the &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved By the Bell&lt;/i&gt; episodes where the gang helped Kelly’s uncle’s Hawaiian hotel, and the natives mistook Screech for an embodiment of their chief god. She and Zack had a thing, but she also had a kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d rank her behind Stacey Corosi, but slightly above the wheelchair-bound girl and the homeless girl(tie)  in the list of Zack’s lost loves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was &lt;i style=""&gt;infinitely &lt;/i&gt;better than Tori, for the record.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m sure that goes without saying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(By the way, Zack’s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zack_Morris#Love_Life"&gt;WIKI&lt;/a&gt; page may be the best of all time, scroll down to "Political Advocacy".  I bet Gossler writes this thing himself). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tangled Bauer Lovefest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, Jack used to tag Lois.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on his awkward intro to Josh, it’s also pretty clear that Josh is Jack Jr.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So this is what we have:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack used to shack up with Lois, who’s clearly not over him, and that irks Opie, probably because Opie’s been raising Jack’s son as his own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone got that? What is this, &lt;i style=""&gt;The O.C. &lt;/i&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jerry strikes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RE:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lois and Jack, “Jack used to bang hot chicks—why’d he marry that ugly [woman]?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(meaning Dead Teri).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a better question.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Great Line # 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh just asked Palmer v. 2.0 to grant him the power to commit all kinds of civil rights violations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karen Hayes left the table in disgust. I can’t believe that Mrs. Tidwell didn’t call in on conference just to whine some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, when Palmer v. 2.0 said something about projecting an appearance of fear to the public, Yanosh sniped back with a great line, “...let’s face reality – we are afraid.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s right wing and a little radical, but I actually like the character. More on this, later.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Reese Witherspoon on Crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup, the three of us just spent too much time debating who Matt M.'s girlfriend looks like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This seems to be the girl that’s going to create the New Component of Doom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it appears that TechSlut would much rather head to Vegas and cash out while the world goes to Hell. I can’t argue with that logic...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt; (Bill Buchanan v. Baltar:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Round 2).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NOOOOO! Don’t send Baltar away to DC and out of our lives!!! You can’t break up the Mega Powers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This basically makes Bill Buchanan into Miss Elizabeth. That &lt;i style=""&gt;blows&lt;/i&gt;. Man, I hope he comes back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DAMMIT. Well, at least Bill shook his hand this time.  When you've got TC McQueen's respect, you've reached the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more red shirts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CTU’s really letting me down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The security guards are wearing white this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their old red shirts made them 1) extremely well-dressed security guards and 2) one of the best &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redshirt_%28character%29"&gt;running gags&lt;/a&gt; on the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just disappointing on levels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjfBDwwjXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1fr6ZMIE65E/s1600-h/redshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjfBDwwjXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1fr6ZMIE65E/s320/redshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024010593614466418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A CTU security guard doing what he does best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Walid’s in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I hit on this early, but Walid, Muslim Patriot, was just indoctrinated by the captured terrorist cell when he told one guy Bald Bad’s name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have thought that terrorist cells would have passwords or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;One punch! One punch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack lays out Opie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only wish he could understand how great that felt, from our vantage point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nat still loves Jack’s nipples.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jerry’s on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“When they were young, instead of playing cowboys and Indians, did Jack and Graham play ‘terrorist and CTU agent’?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was also at this point that I called Gooder and told him to pay attention to what happens when little brothers fall out of line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natalie knew Jack’s next move like Marlon Jackson knew that Tom Brady would choke (like I could resist taking a shot. It appears that Brady just wasn’t &lt;i style=""&gt;handsome&lt;/i&gt; enough to pull it out...baha), and she totally predicted that he’d go straight for a lamp cord.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was personally hoping for the Paul Raines Special, but Jack had better ideas, we’ll get to that...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Great Line #10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh might seriously be leading the league with these.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Palmer v. 2.0 started crying about being scared (making me fear that I may have ended the Beta testing phase far too early), Yanosh gave some incredibly solid advice when he told the President that, “bravado would be no more appropriate” than fear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I think that Yanosh is just a pragmatist, not a Right-Wing Nutjob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jerry and I are to starting to come around, and at least appreciate him.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;PLASTIC BAG FRATRICIDE OF DOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God &lt;i style=""&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; that’s sweet. Just in case there were any lingering doubts, Jack is clearly back, friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did he deliver a couple of hardass lines like &lt;you’re hurting="" me=""&gt; “Trust me, I’m not” and, &lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Not good enough.” &lt;/i&gt;but he skipped straight past electro-shock torture and went to trusty asphyxiation&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On his BROTHER, no less! &lt;/i&gt;Phe-nomenal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A-rugula.&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/you’re&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;*Bonus observation:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right as Palmer v. 2.0 said the words “barbaric men” the director cut back to Jack’s interrogation. Great juxtaposition, there. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjdSjwwjWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DxyOUpWISdE/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjdSjwwjWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DxyOUpWISdE/s320/bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024008695238921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only Weapon more dangers than RED CUPS OF FURY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, that’s all I’ve got.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t give you any stats or final verdict, other than to say that the half hour I saw was pretty damn good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just hope that the Lois/Josh/Opie/Jack quadrangle doesn’t pull anything down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh, and the previews show Opie making a snarky comment about Teri next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I applaud him spitting on her grave, I can’t wait to see Jack snap over that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God, I love this show.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Be good to each other, ‘lest I have to find a plastic bag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i swear="" on="" my="" s="" life=""&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-1139708311611309758?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1139708311611309758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=1139708311611309758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1139708311611309758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1139708311611309758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-tads-1000-am-1100-am.html' title='24 TADS:  (10:00 AM -- 11:00 AM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbjgWzwwjYI/AAAAAAAAACE/IefmAgoKk9g/s72-c/cromwell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-1162899758723055416</id><published>2007-01-22T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:32:39.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (9:00 AM -- 10:00 AM)</title><content type='html'>Well, this was almost a week ago, and my notes are a little spotty. Here’s hoping that this particular recap doesn’t totally blow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things should become significantly more focused starting this week, now that we’re back to the normal single-hour format.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 Things I think I thought About Day Six while silently stewing over the fact that I know how this hour ends already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.  I heart Bill Buchanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No, seriously, in a totally hetero way. When they finally let him get all TC McQueen (see post below) and he screamed out “We have to do what we’re doing better, and we have to do it faster!” I realized that he’s officially the best Head of CTU since Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So &lt;i style=""&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s going to totally suck if he dies.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  Catch the catchphrase fever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Suitcase Nuke” is the new “Syntox”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think next week, I’ll start a running count of “Suitcase Nuke” references.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU1EjwwjRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnQXlSJgG88/s1600-h/suitcase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU1EjwwjRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnQXlSJgG88/s320/suitcase.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022979311837154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Public Enemy No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.  Great Line # 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“You’re Upset”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Morris is an absolute pain-in-the-ass, especially to Middle Management &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but I love him for being so blatantly over the top.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When MMM found out that Morris wasn’t &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; doing stuff for Chloe, and he got all up in Morris’s face, I cracked up at this line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PS:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CTU, please stop acting like a bunch of junior highschoolers and get your shit together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are &lt;i style=""&gt;suitcase nukes&lt;/i&gt; out there! (See, even I can’t go without using it...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Reach out and Touch Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ahh, the easiest phone call that Palmer v. 2.0 Beta will ever make, “Umm...Jack, sorry we tried to turn you over to die. Way to escape! Anyway, you’re the man now, dogg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Call the ball. Save the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See you tomorrow. Outtie.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Just Say NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Battered wife, thy name is Jack Bauer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really, Jack, it’s okay—you can say “No” when the country that’s abandoned you begs you to come back and help save the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re surrounded by incompetent fools that are only good at doing one thing:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ignoring you when you’re right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You should just pack it in, find Audrey’s number, and retire to West Bumblefrak, NH, where they think that a suitcase nuke is something Burrows leaves in Bromberg’s luggage after drinking too much in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cancun&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ohhh, Curtis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;To paraphrase BlackJack, “Two years ago, you would’ve seen right through Baltar’s b.s.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love this stuff. Between Jack’s botched interrogation attempt and BlackJack’s steadfast belief that Baltar cannot bet trusted, there’s plenty of doubt whether Jack’s still got “it” or not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Terrorist Transporter Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I know we like to play fast and loose with the “real-time” format these days, but Nassir, the Terrorist Techie that was sprung at the end of Hour Three just arrived at Bald Bad’s Warehouse Lair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s now 9:08am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s all, “Hello, my brother Fayed, I changed clothes and crossed the city on foot in 8 minutes, but I was careful—let’s get to work.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Riiiiiight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, parts of Day One were slow because they stuck to the rules so well, but let’s not overcompensate by throwing everything out the window, I mean really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m on the record here, if I hear Bald Bad ask to be “beamed” somewhere, I’m out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mom &amp; Dad McNiceguy Save the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, so every moment with Behrooz and Wussy McNiceguy is a moment of my life I can’t get back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, I kind of like the “Mom and Dad v. the Terrorists” portion of this particular subplot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jerry seems to think that they should just call the cops and be done with it, Nat and I would not be so quick to involve authorities and risk the life of our kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Jerry’s making a pretty strong argument (based on his experience as Carlisle SWAT team tackling dummy) that the local SWAT unit could bust in and take out Behrooz before he could kill or take Wussy hostage. I’m starting to change my opinion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is just further proof that Jerry is a much better attorney than I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Umm, Nicey, it’s 2007.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Actually, in the Bauerverse, it’s more like 2011 (seriously, people have figured this out).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My point:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nicey McNiceguy is the only person in LA that doesn’t have a cell phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I seriously doubt that pay phones will even exist in LA by 2011.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10. Another F’ing PARDON?? &lt;/b&gt;Woah, there, Palmer v. 2.0 Beta, you just can’t throw pardons around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s already convinced Baltar that his “Political Reality” is that he &lt;i style=""&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to help &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; today, or Bald Bad’s going to have his ass on a platter. Why do we need to &lt;i style=""&gt;PARDON&lt;/i&gt; the internationally renown terrorist?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like he’s not going to help...sigh. You suck. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Great Line # 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Yanosh to Mrs. Tidwell while she’s trying to give him a Civics lesson over the phone, “...that’ll make a splendid law review thesis...[but we’ve got a country to run, so shut up...click]”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which is exactly how I feel about this storyline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Tidwell sucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there’s got to be an Annoying Female Palmer in the cast, I’d rather have Sherri (and that, my friends, is saying something.).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12. PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I’m reporting you, Tidwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Really, I’m pretty sure that the Rules of Professional Conduct say that she can’t be her boyfriend’s lawyer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re not supposed to have sexual relations with your clients.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Behrooz, you have outlived your usefulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Clearly, there’s no way that Behrooz is going to kill Wussy. He doesn’t have it in him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is at this point that I no longer care how this plays out... Okay, so he got shot. Whatever. Nice job, CTU meatface with a happy trigger finger.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why don't you know how to shoot for the leg?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prepare Pardon re:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Baltar (.7).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They whipped that little pardon up pretty quickly, didn’t they? Not to mention Baltar’s flipping through a 28 page document that was prepared in about 34 minutes. It's like the AG's office keeps a folder full of "Bauer Deals" templates saved as Word Macros and just fill in the blanks. Kind of like when I do a MTC Discovery.  And what did they do, fax it to Wussy’s HP Pavillion and print it out on the McNiceguy Family Bubblejet 3000?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Wussy = Useful?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wussy has just trumped “Derek: The Boy Hostage,” who was captured in the airport and made to wet himself in Day Five.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, folks, Wussy has saved the day, (and perhaps his dad’s life) by remembering that Bald Bad's lair is at &lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;351 Old Mill Rd&lt;/st1:street&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Valencia&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately for Wussy, &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=valencia,+ca&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;om=0&amp;z=15&amp;amp;ll=34.452112,-118.6199&amp;spn=0.012881,0.033131&amp;amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;there’s no such place&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Old Mill Rd&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Valencia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oops.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I wish this was HBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Not only do I wish that Jack would have gotten all Cameron Poe during Hour Three and told everyone that he was “Going to save the [Frakkin’] Day”, I &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wish that after Wussy asked, “You gonna save my dad?” Jack could’ve just looked at him, and in full Bauer Voice said, “You’re Goddamn right we are...”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate broadcast television.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18 minutes left, 15 minutes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Valencia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, this one’s heading to a big-time standoff finally. No cliffhanger here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18. I guess I should write his name down next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Tidwell’s boyfriend, the interment camp Muslim Patriot, just layeth the smacketh down on Little Miss PolSci.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was great! He’s all, CUT THE CRAP AND GO TO THE FEDS!!! Great little turn there. Shouldn’t this be enough to show that not &lt;i style=""&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; Muslims are evil, and that some will be good little Republicans and sacrifice their social freedoms in order to serve the greater governmental good?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No? Muslim groups are still going to cry foul? I love this country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the way, is the word they’re saying that’s a terrorist code “5 Histers” or “5 Visitors?” Because if it’s “Hister” that’s a cute little Nostradamus reference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wiki it if you don’t know what I’m talking about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;BlackJack is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Justified&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Woah, &lt;i style=""&gt;seriously? &lt;b style=""&gt;That’s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; what Baltar did to Curtis? He captured his Army-mates, made them renounce &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and then beheaded them on videotape?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack, that’s not a history, that’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Plutarch’s&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Alexander the Great&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least that gives us a good, plausible explanation for why Curtis has been acting so out of character all day. Writers, ye are forgiven. As for you, Jack, you’d best not leave BlackJack alone with Bal...tar.... &lt;i style=""&gt;shit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- - - - -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I’ve got no words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, I &lt;i style=""&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; that this was coming, and that it was a standoff where BlackJack had a hostage that Jack needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even despite all of that, I was on the edge of my seat and was blown away by the pure drama of it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would pay about $600 to find out that Jack was aiming for BlackJack’s shoulder, but that he missed because he’s so out of practice and shattered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’d be even better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kudos to BlackJack and Jack for one incredibly awesome scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU2CDwwjSI/AAAAAAAAABE/2L9_ulUy9uE/s1600-h/cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU2CDwwjSI/AAAAAAAAABE/2L9_ulUy9uE/s320/cm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022980368399109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This has got to be the lowest that Jack can get, after everything that’s happened to him over the last 20 months in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the Five days of hell beforehand, he can’t take it anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack’s done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s lost his wife, his daughter hates him, he’s lost his second love, he’s lost his best friend, he’s lost the man he respects more than any other, he’s had to kill his mentor, his boss, and his current sidekick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s been tortured, killed, tortured again, and then tortured for two years by the Chinese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s had his faith in the American Presidency destroyed and learned the harsh lessons of politics in a shades of grey world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has nothing left to live for, and worse yet, nothing left to die for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He probably wishes he could have just piloted George Mason’s plane into the desert like he wanted to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, all there’s left to do is puke, cry, and try to figure out how to stand up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“I’m done”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;First of all, it sounds like Bill’s more torn up over Behrooz’s death (update: Kumar has gone to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Big&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;White&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the sky) than BlackJack’s death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s kind of cold, Bill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Hey, Jack...come in, let’s talk...it’ll be cool, just don’t shoot me or Chloe.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No more, though. Jack’s done. And who can blame him?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“Dear God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Woah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You said it, Karen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t realize it until after the tact team had been spotted, but the nuke that Nassir said would be ready (like your eyeglasses) in about an hour, is now ready to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nicey’s tied up without a lamp-weapon to be found, and the tact team doesn’t feature anyone who can save the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe it, but they just nuked LA in hour four.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely incredible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t spoiled on this one, but I was certainly speechless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bonus points for the stunned silence of everyone watching as the satellite view showed an incrementally-growing mushroom cloud.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU7ZzwwjUI/AAAAAAAAABg/df4ql-j65Hw/s1600-h/nicey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU7ZzwwjUI/AAAAAAAAABg/df4ql-j65Hw/s320/nicey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022986273979141442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Beta Testing is Over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Anyone else notice that this was the first time that Palmer v. 2.0 Beta didn’t speak with a whisper, and actually seemed to be authoritative? I honestly believe that this was his galvanizing moment, where he will become a leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like when Paul Blake helped &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edison&lt;/st1:place&gt; pass his midterms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Executive Branch is now, finally, Palmer v. 2.0 Beta’s team, and all the self-doubting is going to stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a bonus: the same can be said for Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment he gives up: a nuke goes off in his backyard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that’s not a sign from God, nothing is.  I fully expect a Colonel Tigh speech from Jack tonight.  And if he doesn't give one, I'll quote it anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dammits:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1(4)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-- Like I said, I’ll start keeping track of who says them starting with Hour Five.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Terrorist Casualties:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? (?) Great. I try to keep track, and then a nuke goes off and kills like, a ton of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notables:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nassir. Behrooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;TU Casualties:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? (?) See above. I’ll track down the website that keeps track of these things and get back on track next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Notables:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BlackJack and Nicey McNiceguy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dammit.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Player of the Game:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;BlackJack. The Immutable Law of Curtis Manning:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time BlackJack goes on an op, he takes a bullet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know it. Jack knows it. Curtis knows it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty sure, though, that BlackJack never thought he’d take one from Jack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the neck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All of that aside, though, that was one hell of an acting job. If you gotta go- go out well, don’t get bitched like Tony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which reminds me, there’s a BONUS.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Line of the Hour:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Again, by Jerry Tomato:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Curtis dying means that they should automatically bring back Tony!”)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True that, Gerald. True. That.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five out Five Requests for a Hacksaw&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wow, folks—&lt;i style=""&gt;that’s&lt;/i&gt; how you wrap a premiere. You give us a climax where Jack has no choice but to kill Curtis, and then, in what should be the denouement, you have Bald Bad set off a nuke in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh..and then you inform us that there are 4 more “Visitors” left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I won’t question (for now) why Nassir and McNiceguy’s “component” were so important if both were just effectively blown to shit with four nukes still left to detonate, I’ll just focus on how gutwrenching the last four hours have been from start to finish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;20 hours to go? Game &lt;i style=""&gt;on. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-1162899758723055416?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1162899758723055416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=1162899758723055416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1162899758723055416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1162899758723055416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-tads-900-am-1000-am.html' title='24 TADS:  (9:00 AM -- 10:00 AM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/RbU1EjwwjRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnQXlSJgG88/s72-c/suitcase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-9198439273752804085</id><published>2007-01-19T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:38:20.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Thing: Good Grief...</title><content type='html'>I think i&amp;#39;ll reserve commentary here, because one is not supposed to write when one is angry.&amp;nbsp; I will say this, though, the point about the Anglo-American President being the leader of evil last year pretty much sums up why these people need to shut the hell up.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Found on CNN.com today via the AP:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLIFTON, New Jersey&lt;/b&gt; (AP) -- Two years ago, Muslim groups protested when the plot of the hit Fox drama &amp;#39;24&amp;#39; cast Islamic terrorists as the villains who launched a stolen nuclear missile in an attack on America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, after a one-year respite during which Russian separatists played the bad guys on the critically acclaimed series, Muslims are back in the evil spotlight. Unlike last time, when agent Jack Bauer saved the day, the terrorists this time have already succeeded in detonating a nuclear bomb in a Los Angeles suburb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being portrayed again as the heartless wrongdoers has drawn renewed protests from Muslim groups, including one that had a meeting with Fox executives two years ago over the issue. (&lt;a href="javascript:cnnVideo(&amp;#39;play&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;/video/showbiz/2007/01/16/costello.24.politics.cnn&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;2007/01/30&amp;#39;);"&gt;Watch why &amp;quot;24&amp;quot; is worrying Muslims&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The overwhelming impression you get is fear and hatred for Muslims,&amp;quot; said Rabiah Ahmed, a spokeswoman for the Washington-based Council on American-Islamic Relations. She said Thursday she was distressed by this season&amp;#39;s premiere. &amp;quot;After watching that show, I was afraid to go to the grocery store because I wasn&amp;#39;t sure the person next to me would be able to differentiate between fiction and reality.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said the group had a conference call Wednesday with Fox executives to protest the current plot line and request more positive portrayals of Muslims on the show, but was not promised anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a January 2005 meeting with CAIR, Fox aired a commercial in which the show&amp;#39;s star, Kiefer Sutherland, urged viewers to keep in mind that the show&amp;#39;s villains are not representative of all Muslims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a written statement issued late Wednesday night, the network said it has not singled out any ethnic or religious group for blame in creating its characters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;24 is a heightened drama about anti-terrorism,&amp;quot; the statement read. &amp;quot;After five seasons, the audience clearly understands this, and realizes that any individual, family, or group (ethnic or otherwise) that engages in violence is not meant to be typical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Over the past several seasons, the villains have included shadowy Anglo businessmen, Baltic Europeans, Germans, Russians, Islamic fundamentalists, and even the (Anglo-American) president of the United States,&amp;quot; the network said. &amp;quot;The show has made a concerted effort to show ethnic, religious and political groups as multidimensional, and political issues are debated from multiple viewpoints.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The current season began with Muslim terrorists waging an 11-week campaign of suicide bombings across America, culminating in the detonation of a suitcase-sized nuclear bomb in Valencia, California, about 26 miles north of Los Angeles. Estimated death toll: 12,000.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching the show&amp;#39;s characters talk about detonating a nuclear weapon a few blocks from where she works unnerved Sireen Sawaf, an official with the Los Angeles-based Muslim Public Affairs Council, and a self-described &amp;quot;huge &amp;#39;24&amp;#39; fan.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a great show, and I do realize it&amp;#39;s a multidimensional show that portrays extreme situations,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;They have gone out of their way to have non-Muslim terror cells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;But I&amp;#39;m concerned about the image it ingrains in the minds of the American public and the American government, particularly when you have anti-Muslim statements spewing from the mouths of government officials.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sohail Mohammed, a New Jersey immigration lawyer who represented scores of detainees caught up in the post September 11, 2001 dragnet, watched the episode depicting the nuclear attack with an Associated Press reporter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I was shocked,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Somewhere, some lunatic out there watching this will do something to an innocent American Muslim because he believes what he saw on TV.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Engy Abdelkader, a member of the American Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee from Howell, New Jersey, launched a campaign Wednesday to encourage Muslims offended by the program to complain to Fox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I found the portrayal of American Muslims to be pretty horrendous,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It was denigrating from beginning to end. This is one of the most popular programs on television today. It&amp;#39;s pretty distressing.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Concerns about Muslims&amp;#39; civil rights, detention of terror suspects in Guantanamo-like holding centers, and stereotyping are given vastly expanded treatment on &amp;#39;24&amp;#39; this year. In one exchange, the show depicts the president&amp;#39;s national security adviser challenging the White House chief of staff over the detention of Muslims without criminal charges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Right now the American Muslim community is our greatest asset,&amp;quot; the security adviser says. &amp;quot;They have provided law enforcement with hundreds of tips, and not a single member of that community has been implicated in these attacks.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So far,&amp;quot; the chief of staff responds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="cnnSCAttribution"&gt;Copyright 2007 The &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/interactive_legal.html#AP"&gt; Associated Press&lt;/a&gt;. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-9198439273752804085?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9198439273752804085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=9198439273752804085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/9198439273752804085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/9198439273752804085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-thing-good-grief.html' title='News Thing: Good Grief...'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-5283013635239461888</id><published>2007-01-18T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:06:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS:  (8:00 AM -- 9:00 AM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24 things I thought I thought about Day Six while trying to digest tremendously tasty Indian (dot not feather) food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.  Cool Line #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;From Fayed to Palmer v. 2.0 Beta re:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;failing to release 110 enemy combatants within the hour, our retaliation will be “immediate and devastating”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Man&lt;/i&gt; is Bald Bad a great villain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Diplomacy Zen Master.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So, he may not actually be the Phil Jackson of interrogations anymore, but it sure looks like Jack earned a correspondence course degree in Geopolitical Diplomacy &amp; Negotiations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knew there was a &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:placename&gt; in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What am I referring to?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why, Jack’s little mini-diatribe to Baltar while riding shotgun in the Toyota Yaris of Freedom ® wherein he explained that, since everyone thinks that Baltar’s responsible for the bombings, his “political reality” is that the enemy of his enemy (CTU) is now his only friend.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.  “Don’t Get Up!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I’d like to believe that Jack stole the Jeep Cherokee of Victory ™ from my little fraternity brother Miles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d also like to believe that Miles is still laying in the street, waiting for Jack to give him permission to “Get up,” and that he’ll stay there until Herb, the CTU Janitor comes by.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.  24 Fast 24 Furious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;True fact:*&lt;span style=""&gt;  Keifer &lt;/span&gt;is really the one driving that Cherokee like NASCAR Bad Boy Tony Stewart on a bender.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cool stuff, there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Tokyo Drift&lt;/i&gt; can suck it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*speculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  Hulk Hogan &amp; the Macho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Man.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Seriously, Jack and Baltar are like the frakkin’ Mega Powers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That plan where Jack crashes into the terrorist then acts like Rube Baker (...tear) just so Baltar can get in his countryman’s good graces and give him a ride to where he wants to go was pure. freaking. genius.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet Keifer had a blast playing that scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra_sWZOAh9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/grsiYr_FV0A/s1600-h/megas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra_sWZOAh9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/grsiYr_FV0A/s320/megas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021491979012310994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:186pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\APK~1.TRC\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Assad and Jack prepare to battle the Ultimate Big Bads:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikoli Volkoff and the Iron Sheik&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.  Baha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Bill, it’s Jack. Umm...Assad is driving the Yaris of Freedom and I’ve got it bugged so that we can track the terrorist back to Fayed. You’re welcome...and yes, I’ve been out of a Chinese prison for two hours and fifteen minutes and I’m already better at your jobs than the rest of you combined.  Peace.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  Line of the Night:  Jerry Tomato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So Behrooz tells Nicey McNiceguy that if he doesn’t take his package and obtain the component, he’ll kill Nicey’s kid Wussy, and his wife Nursey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does Jerry say to the newlywed apple of his eye, British import Natalie Tomato, “I’d sacrifice you to save &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, you’re not even a citizen.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is in the air, kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I give them six months).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.  Great Line #5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“It’s your character flaw, not mine” Chloe tells Morris re:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Morris’s problem with Middle Management Milo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That sound you heard was half of all &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; fans breathing a sigh of relief that Snarky Chloe is back.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.  The REAL President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A pan across the Oval Office gives us a view of a few photos of President and Supreme Commander of All that is Right with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, David Palmer. Nice touch.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.  Uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It’s Jack and BlackJack, together again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means only one thing:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BlackJack is taking a bullet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Write that down.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.  What is this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Studio 60?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I love &lt;i style=""&gt;Studio 60&lt;/i&gt; and all, but since when do Jack and BlackJack have heart-to-heart’s while cruising for terrorists? And what’s with all the politics?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Feels like a desperate attempt to create friction on the Tact Team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not buying it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, do you think BlackJack is scared out of his gourd that Jack’s going to knock him out again, like the last time he gave Jack a ride?  I bet his heartbeat increases every time they approach a stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.  Way to get your mom killed, idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Wussy McNiceguy decides to play hero and grab a knife while fetching Behrooz some painkillers. This is a genius plan on par with Dumb Long-Haired White Kid from Day Five’s genius plan to run headfast into the airport and take on terrorism with Baueresque Bravado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad that we were able to meet the Dumb Long-Haired White Kid quota early into the day, two Days running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate Wussy McNiceguy – he didn’t even have the balls to use the knife!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  I hate commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Not because they’re a break in the action, but because there are so many crappy ones, like the VH1 style McDonald’s commercials that treat a bunch of Dollar Menu hippies like they’re the “Best Week Ever”. Did anyone else notice that commentator Jeremy Miller is Ben Frakkin’ Seaver from &lt;i style=""&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/i&gt;?  How sad is it that I did? It’s been nearly 20 years since that show went off the air, and he’s still a no-talent douche. It didn’t even seem like he can play “Jeremy Miller!" And on top of that, he’s still got that douchey goatee. I hate commercials, but I would kill to see a GEICO caveman commercial about now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.  Wake me when it’s over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mrs. Tidwell’s storyline is already tedious and heavy-handed. I’m bored—and I should never say that during &lt;i style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If I want political debate, I’ll watch the &lt;i style=""&gt;Colbert Report.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Another &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;commercial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;At least this is for something cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;300&lt;/i&gt;, the movie about 300 Spartans and the battle of Thermopolye, is destined to be awesome. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.  Great Line #6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hotness (Nadia) during the op, “Chloe, blah blah blah cross-reference blah do techie stuff blah.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chloe:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You mean like I already have?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Nothing to see here, we’re incognito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Why do all Feds drive black SUVs? Better yet—why does a CTU Tact Team all roll down one street in a bunch of black SUVs?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t the Fed mix it up a little so that, I dunno, they don’t stick out like a sore thumb? Perhaps a Green Blazer, a Black Escalade, and a Blue Mountaineer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn’t that make a little more sense? &lt;span style=""&gt;Hell, what happened to the Yaris of Freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Watching the black SUVs reminded me of the Ninja Hedge from &lt;i style=""&gt;The Tick&lt;/i&gt; comic book (a highly recommended read). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:225pt;height:192pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\APK~1.TRC\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra_soJOAh-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wipFf4FcS-4/s1600-h/hedge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra_soJOAh-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wipFf4FcS-4/s320/hedge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021492283954989026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;From left to right:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack, BlackJack, Baltar, Chloe, and Bill Buchanan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneak up on an unsuspecting terrorist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18.  BlackJack: Still a Dick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Baltar’s done nothing to deserve so much blatant distrust, especially not from Mr. I-Do-Everything-By-the-Book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, BlackJack’s so By the Book that Aisha Tyler’s Mole Agent from Day Four probably dumped him because he was boring in the sack, always made her make the bed, and never spoke in anything but his gruff, By the Book monotone voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s totally out of character for him to be so harsh to Baltar, especially considering that a) BlackJack has accomplished nothing today and b) Baltar helped Jack stop a train bombing and helped Jack track the terrorist guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you tell I’m going to be a total Baltar apologist? I hope it doesn’t get annoying.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.  TQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bald Bad's &lt;/span&gt;men must all read Terrorist Quarterly, because they are the best damn dressed group of henchmen I’ve ever seen. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.  Natural Selection Claims Another One.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please notice all of the boxes of explosives and ammunition behind the terrorist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, please note that you’d have to have the IQ of plankton to start firing gunshots into the general vicinity of boxes of explosives and ammunition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then notice that guy dumb enough to do so, Random CTU Idiot #12, just got himself killed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Darwin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; strikes again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21. Tough Choices &amp; Tougher Choices 2: the Sequel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Don’t worry, I’ll tell you the story of Tough Choices &amp;amp; Tougher Choices someday when I finish the Top 24 Awesome Moments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s give it up for Nicey McNiceguy, who was forced to resort to cold-blooded murder in order to protect his family and get the component from the Evil Tech Fiend Collaborator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt really bad for him when he had to crack that dude upside the skull.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you think about it, getting me to feel sorry for him was really quite the accomplishment, considering that his storyline has been totally stupid so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.  Suitcase nuke = Bad Mamajama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Woah. Bald Bad’s got a frakkin’ nuke! So, he needs the component in order to set it off, but he needs one of those enemy combatants in order to make the component work...so, what you’re telling me is “these bombings were designed to make you free this man.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Holy Crap! What a plan! &lt;/i&gt;Bald Bad rules, folks—and that’s your &lt;b style=""&gt;Diamond Cutter Moment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.  In case you missed it: BlackJack’s still a dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, okay, we &lt;i style=""&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BlackJack hates Baltar for some reason that no one will tell us, which is why he’s acting more angsty than Behrooz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talk about using the sledgehammer of plot...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.  Nasir is on the loose!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Well, that at least made for a good ending.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d say that the last four minutes were pretty freakin’ awesome, tense, and hardcore, all at once.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does anybody else realize that Bald Bad has played the entire US like fools not once, but &lt;i style=""&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt; in the first three hours? So far, the only mistake he made was giving Jack something to live for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though, I’d say that’s a pretty big mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dammits:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1 (3) – another by Jack, I think (I’ll start keeping track of who said them next week, promise)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Terrorist Casualties:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;2 (8)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First guy: There goes the boom! Second guy: I’m counting the victim of Nicey McNiceguy&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;CTU Casualties:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1(2) Our first on the actual payroll:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the dumb sniper-agent that got himself killed at the storage place.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Player of the Game:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Nicey McNiceguy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, he had nothing to work with, and put in a pretty great performance, nonetheless. I also think that he thought on his feet faster than I could have with the whole “let me see the component” trick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pity his son’s a wuss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Note: I &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanted to give it to Baltar, but two in a row feels like craziness).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 out of 5 Kim Bauer Cougars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s be honest, folks, this hour kind of sucked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t totally bad—Jack’s “Grand Theft Auto” moment was fun and the last four minutes were a madcap romp of intensity, but just about everything else was meant to be a breather that started to set up the plot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It did a pretty good job of it, but if my notes (and by extension, this pitiful recap) are any indication, nothing much of interest happened. At least Hotness was still Hot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doesn’t mean I can’t wait for hour four to start after the commercials, though!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Part Four tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-5283013635239461888?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5283013635239461888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=5283013635239461888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5283013635239461888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5283013635239461888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-tads-800-am-900-am.html' title='24 TADS:  (8:00 AM -- 9:00 AM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra_sWZOAh9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/grsiYr_FV0A/s72-c/megas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-1355535324708737106</id><published>2007-01-17T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:18:47.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS: (7:00 AM -- 8:00 AM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;24 Things I Thought I Thought About Day Six While Reveling in How Good it Felt to Know that the Ravens have been Eiminated...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.  This season’s XBOX sport of choice:  Soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s right, instead of trying to find a way to shut down Jay Cutler with the Nits’ defense, Jerry and I have started playing FIFA Soccer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though I started off terrorizing him with Thierry Henry and my Gunners, I ultimately lost every head-to-head affair. Now we’re playing as teammates. After some unsuccessful attempts with Team &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we decided to use the English to embarrass the French. It was pretty fun, and some guy named “Owen” had a hat trick. Bully for you, Owen!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know only Marc cares about Jerry and I playing XBOX games (Nat certainly hates it), but whatever, I have NINETY-SIX of these things to write.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  That’s Anti-Climatic, “A-n-t-i...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What? The Bald Bad just LET JACK GO? That sucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t argue with his henchman’s logic:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We’re not here to kill &lt;i style=""&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; American, we’re here to kill &lt;i style=""&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; Americans” but dude, have you &lt;i style=""&gt;watched&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;? Just by leaving Jack alive, you’re endangering the mission. Idiot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bald Bad should’ve shot henchman for his insolence, especially considering how wounded Jack is. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Wait, I’m not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See, Jack couldn’t have gotten far, it’s not like his lungs are in shape. Did the Chinese have him on a treadmill for the last two years? I don’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nor do I think that he could run around so easily after having been stuck in the back with...whatever it is that Bald Bad stuck in his back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Suspension of disbelief,” you say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I forgot. It’s &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;. I just have to roll with it. Sorry—it’s early in the season. Won’t happen again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.  Jack Bauer Paint Can of DOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why a paint can?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was random, if not absolutely cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, this is better, Jack’s barking on a telephone and no one believes all of the absolutely spot-on correct information he has gleaned from Bald Bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything’s back to normal. Glad that didn’t take long.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  Eww...that’s one gross-acidy hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn’t it be awesome if Jack put on a black Luke Skywalker glove and ran around all day Jedi Knight style?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least, I wouldn’t want to vomit every time he holds up a telephone.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.  Wait wait wait wait wait, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Listen. If you blow up all the terrorists that have come in peace, then you galvanize all the evil ones that believe there can never be peace with the West. You &lt;i style=""&gt;idiot. &lt;/i&gt;You are &lt;i style=""&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; not David Palmer, and are obviously nothing more than a Beta release, still in testing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wayne Palmer, I dub thee “Palmer 2.0 Beta,” at least until you show me something.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  Woah, Behrooz is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;dark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m using italics quite a bit today, huh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Evil Cliché Line #1 was muttered by Behrooz, who gives us, “It’s been crazy for a long time, you just haven’t been paying attention...”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A cool moment that was instantly destroyed by TKSH, aka, Wussy McNiceguy, son of Nicey McNiceguy, when Wussy tried to give Behrooz some stupid good luck charm that he won at a county fair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You just know that Behrooz wanted to say, “Dude, what’s wrong with you? You think I want some piece of hippie jewelry just because you feel bad about&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;racism? Bite me.” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.  “Drop the coffee.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s just awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did Jack just attack a dude with a freakin’ log while some high quality John Williamsesque music signals that things are about to get hectic,  but he also managed to make us all laugh at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris only made me laugh when he beat up Joe Piscopo in &lt;i style=""&gt;Sidekicks&lt;/i&gt;. And it was Piscopo that carried the scene.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.  You’re damn right you know Jack Bauer, Dr. Bashir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Jack busts right in the front door of the terrorist safe house and draws his gun on Faux Bad, Hassad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hassad, of course, informs Jack that he knows who Jack is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If anyone wants to know Hassad’s motivation to disarm and have peace with the West, there it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has heard the Kaiser Soze-like Ballad of Jack Bauer, which parents tell their children so they don’t grow up to be terrorists or CTU agents, and he knows better than to go on being &lt;i style=""&gt;EVIL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Geek Moment:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent two days trying to figure out how I recognized Hassad, turns out he’s the same guy that played “Dr. Julian Bashir” on &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was never much of a DS9 fan, but it also explains why Hassad reminded me so damn much of Dr. Gaius Baltar from &lt;i style=""&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s because Bashir and Baltar look a &lt;i style=""&gt;ton&lt;/i&gt; alike. So there you have it. I’m not nuts. And Assad (or is it Hassad???) will hereby referred to as “Baltar”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.  Apache helicopters are the motherfrakkin’ shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true, it’s damn true. They always look beyond cool, so long as Nic Cage isn’t flying one and Sean Young’s nowhere to be seen. That movie sucked. This scene didn’t. High-Def explosions are Comcastic! I can’t wait until my HD box arrives on Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.  Good Morning Class, I’m Mrs. Tidwell, Welcome to PolSci 304:  the First Amendment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Yup, Sandra Palmer is played by Rod Tidwell (Cuba Gooding Junior)’s wife in &lt;i style=""&gt;Jerry McGuire&lt;/i&gt;. You know, I hate that movie. But that’s another rant for another time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, Mrs. Tidwell works for the Islamic-American Alliance. And in the &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; universe, that’s a good as place as any as to start looking for terrorist connections.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the real world, this is an obvious, unfortunate case of racial profiling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Mrs. Tidwell’s going to overwhelm us with heavy-handed Constitutional Law lessons. I’m a lawyer, and this is tedious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t imagine what it must be like for those that could care less.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Full Disclosure:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a C- ..or maybe a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D, I’ve blocked it out, in 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Year Con Law. Oops.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.  Symbolism Rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What’s better than watching Jack and Baltar torture a suspect in front of an American flag?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowing that the next owner of that house is going to find a dead Terrorist in his kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which begs the question, does Jack have to go back the next day with CTU, retrace his steps, and help them find all of the bodies and property damage that he leaves in his wake? There should be an extra on the DVDs detailing the job of Herb, head of CTU’s Cleanup Crew, and his neverending battle against Bauerd corpses.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  The Zen Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jack has been to the mountaintop in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has become the Phil Jackson of Torture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He can see in the perp’s eyes that there’s no more information to be had, as the all-knowing Jack is truly enlightened. Huh? Baltar got him to talk before he murdered him? &lt;i style=""&gt;Just by sticking a knife in the dude’s knee? &lt;/i&gt;Dammit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack...Jack, buddy? You’ve not lost it have you? What’s that? You “don’t know how to do this anymore.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help me out, Baltar..”You’ll remember”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well played, good sir. It’s official, Baltar’s cool as all get-out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, Jack blowing that call is this Hour’s &lt;b style=""&gt;Diamond Cutter Moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.  Soft or shattered? And is there a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jerry says Jack has gone soft.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say he’s merely been shattered, and will eventually pull himself together. In fact, that’s what this entire Day will be about: Jack finding a reason to live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Debate in the comments.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  Reason #649 why we need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24: The Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; to come out tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Hannibal Lector prequel? Why? Someone help me, I really don’t think that he’s all that compelling of a character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then again, I didn’t like &lt;i style=""&gt;The Silence of the Lambs&lt;/i&gt; all that much, and thus, have not bothered with any of the other Lector films.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously, is there anyone out there that &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wants to watch Kid Hannibal? I’m curious.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.  Time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What? There’s only 19 minutes left? Nat’s right—this is the fastest two hours of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve not even drinken that much...why am I staying over again?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Rube Baker: American Hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Behrooz sends Rube back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and he doesn’t even live there. For the record: He was totally right about Behrooz. We hardly knew ye, Rube.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra5ZB5OAh8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/44J7xdCEed8/s1600-h/rube.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra5ZB5OAh8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/44J7xdCEed8/s320/rube.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021048523638998978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woah. Behrooz is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angsty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Behrooz is kind of overtly-over-intense here, isn’t he? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glad to see he hasn’t missed any melodrama classes in-between making such incredible movies as &lt;i style=""&gt;Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj&lt;/i&gt; and appearing as “Quiet Douchey Henchman” in &lt;i style=""&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sigh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Baltar’s Terrorist Gaydar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Look—Jack, he’s wearing a BOMB VEST!!!” That’s just awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that my disbelief is safely suspended, I love that Baltar has Terrorist Spider-Sense and can just set ‘em up while Jack knocks ‘em down!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Natalie likes Jack’s nipples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got nuthin’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;“No Ticket.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like Indy, Jack tries the direct approach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’m Jack Bauer blah blah blah Federal Agent blah blah terrorist blah blah no sudden moves blah blah I don’t have a ticket blah blah move along.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, that was so totally Jedi Mind Trick that Jack &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; needs to get a black glove.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a cool moment of levity moments before it hits the fan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jack-Fu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Jack grabs the guy’s tie, jerks the guy’s head into the train pole, and kicks the terrorist out of the back of the train as the bomb goes off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. Props to whoever wrote/choreographed that sequence. I also like that Jack was a little bit overwhelmed by this random henchman, just another subtle nod that he’s still not at full capacity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Why don’t I have PCS Vision!?! &lt;/span&gt;Man! Jack has Sprint PCS vision and can find wherever he’s going, whenever! Why don’t I have that with my Sprint service plan??? What? It’s like, 8 cents for every 2 KB of information you download to your phone? Umm..i’ll stick with my CTU Text Message Ringtone, thanks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It’s inconceivable that the country made it 20 months without Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, kids, you cut a deal with Fayed &lt;i style=""&gt;just today&lt;/i&gt; and gave him access to all of your satellites.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you &lt;i style=""&gt;believed&lt;/i&gt; that he was trustworthy? Are you kidding me? The country is run by idiots. Thank God we have Jack back to save us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dammits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1 (2) –this one by Jack, I think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terrorist Casualties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;5 (6) 1 lost a PCL to a log; 2 died at Baltar’s safe house, 1 was killed by &lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Baltar during interrogation, and 1 was blown up real good when Jack &lt;span style=""&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;kicked him out of the train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CTU Casualties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1 (1) Rube Baker: American Hero. If he wasn’t CTU, he should’ve been.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Player of the Game: Baltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He started Jack on the road to snapping out of it and used his Spider-Sense to find the Evil Midday Bomber What Bombs at Midday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t trust him, but I like him an &lt;i style=""&gt;awful&lt;/i&gt; lot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;F&lt;span&gt;our out of Five Disembowling Towels of DOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, this was another madcap hour to bring us the halfway point of the Premiere Even of Awesomosity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More good stuff, and it was absolutely pleasing. I’m mostly glad that they got Jack back into action and out of Fayed’s hands quickly and efficiently, while coming up with the great “Jack team’s up with the Terrorist with a Heart of Gold” angle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s hoping it only gets better from here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be good to each other, see you tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-1355535324708737106?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1355535324708737106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=1355535324708737106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1355535324708737106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1355535324708737106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-tads-700-am-800-am.html' title='24 TADS: (7:00 AM -- 8:00 AM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rqTk5_jzUwE/Ra5ZB5OAh8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/44J7xdCEed8/s72-c/rube.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-1471788563137658664</id><published>2007-01-16T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:23:59.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 TADS: (6:00 AM -- 7:00 AM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well &lt;i style=""&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; was quite the ride, wasn't it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, the notes have been taken, and I've got 96 Things to say About Day Six.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There's no way in hell I can do them all at once.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I'm going to try to break these down by hour and give you one a day until the end of the week. Then, hopefully, I'll finish up the Top Six Awesome Moments of Days One through Five sometime this weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With any luck, it'll be next Monday before we know it.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously...that was four phenomenal hours of television.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;i style=""&gt;awayyyyy&lt;/i&gt; we go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 Things I thought I thought while realizing that Tom Brady is just Too Handsome to Lose Football Games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Viewer Discretion is Advised.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In HD, no less! We're live from the Hotel Tomato, my official living space for the next 19 Monday nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beside me are the Tomatoes, Jerry and Nat, as I nurse some Miller Lites, munch on Sour Skittles, and take in the glory of Bauer in 54" of HD fantasticness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will admit, however, that I'm slightly disappointed in the lack of "Due to Graphic Violence" in front of the advisement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.  The Setup:  Series of Bombings, 900+ Americans dead in 11 cities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Jerry and I had a quick discussion about this last night. We agreed that if terrorists really wanted to get to us, they should attack all over the damn place, not just big targets in NYC.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In short, bad guys, if you want to get your point across, scare middle-America.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the intense shots of random-hatred and suspicion of Muslims is sadly accurate and perfectly presented in a way that quickly establishes one simple fact:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;America is on Edge.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yanosh! &lt;/b&gt;Hey, it's Yanosh from &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostbusters II &lt;/i&gt;(and apparently &lt;i style=""&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;/i&gt;) playing the role of "Mike Novick meets Slimy Miles from last season".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, his character's name is Tom Lennox. But being this 24TADS, he will be known as "Yanosh" from here on out (and yes, I realize that I'm spelling it phonetically). Say it with me folks, "De Uffer Vest Side?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.  Great Line #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"Security has it's price."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"So does Freedom, Tom".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; Burn, Palmer v. 2.0! Brother Wayne seemingly establishes himself as the rightful successor to the David Palmer legacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or so I thought... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5.  Big Bad #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hamin Al-Assad. He has been quickly established as our Big Bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, this means that he is not the Big Bad. Bank on it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;6.  Middle Management &lt;/span&gt;Milo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;MMM to his friends, Milo from Day One has returned! Fun Fact:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Milo is the first person to be turned into a vampire on the Buffy TV Series.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are the things I know that make me a dork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anywho, I'm glad to see him back, and I'm glad to see Morris, too! I was hoping that Morris would be back this year, and I already love their interaction.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;7.  "You're a hot-tie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;English accents make everything sound better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that Morris is the only person that can get to Chloe and make her melt. By the way, Brunette Chloe's just not working for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;8.  Nadia- YOUR Mole Watch Frontrunner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sprout, who's hopefully a  &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; convert, states the obvious:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nadia is hot. (Note to self: Self, get to work on Top 10 hottest &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; girls).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She's also apparently Arabic, which means she's the CTU Mole Favorite at this point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There's got to be one, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not really buying that anyone else would be... thoughts?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Also, if you're wondering, Nadia has played the role of "Audrey Griswald" in &lt;i style=""&gt;Vegas Vacation&lt;/i&gt;, and had some guest spots on some show you don't watch.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;9.  Jack: Rescued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, not really. He's just...umm...gonna kind of walk off of the plane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you spell, "anti-climactic".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is there anyone that wouldn't have loved to see a season that entirely focuses on the op that saves Jack? That would've been freaking awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess we're going to go in the direction of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"dealing with the aftermath of the character changing experience is more interesting than dealing with the character changing experience."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't necessarily argue, so long as stuff still blows up but good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BTW:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What&lt;/i&gt; did Palmer v. 2.0 have to get up to get him?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;10.  HASN'T SAID A WORD IN TWO FRAKKIN' YEARS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;'nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;11.  McQueen and Blackjack are Jerks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Seriously, can we give Jack a burger and a massage, maybe? Instead, Bill ("TC McQueen") and Curtis ("BlackJack") are just like, "Hi Jack, sorry the last two years sucked, and sorry that we ...umm..didn't try to save you and all...but...umm..can you get cleaned up really fast and go save the day...&lt;i style=""&gt;by dying?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'd tell them to go to hell, and when they got pissy, I ask them what they're going to do --put me back on the plane? But that's just me, and I'm kind of a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;12.  "Audrey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;First word in 20 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You damn right I swooned. I am &lt;i style=""&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;13.  HD is Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No, seriously, everything looks moodier and better and cooler and awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also pretty cool, "You don't need your firearm, Curtis."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(If only Blackjack would've listened later...)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;14.  Bill and Karen are married!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;You know what, I love this play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First off, Karen Hayes is pretty hot for an old chick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, it was a great little moment last year when Bill asked her out for coffee at the end of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad they followed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So long as this is the only "I really miss you" cheesy phone call of the day, I'm totally behind this character development, even though it means one of them is destined to die.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;15.  Bald Bad's Dead Brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I don't buy for a minute that Jack was ever sloppy to the point that he killed a guy during an interrogation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe if it was when Jack was a rookie, or maybe if he was torturing Chuck Norris. Otherwise, I don't see him screwing up that badly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah well, at least it gives Bald Bad some motivation.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;16.  Great Line # 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"It's a desperate measure, but it's a measure of our desperation."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I forgot to write down who said this one, Yanosh of Palmer v. 2.0, but in any event, it was one of those great quips where you turn a cliché inside out and make it work for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if it's a cliché in and of itself, I've never heard it used before. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Great writing, there. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;17.  Great Line #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"I'm sorry Jack..."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Don't be." "Today, I can die for something, my way, my choice...to be honest, it'll be a relief."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This exchange between Bill and Jack perfectly established just how shattered Jack is. How he just doesn't want to go on anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It also perfectly establishes why Jack later decides to escape and kick ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More great writing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;18. Hey Pedro, I Made the Rooster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Okay, I stole that from whomever (my money's on Gooder) posted the comment, it was too funny not to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In about 15 seconds, we established roles for Kumar from &lt;i style=""&gt;Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;/i&gt;, The Kid from &lt;i style=""&gt;Sky High&lt;/i&gt; (TKSH), and RUBE BAKER from &lt;i style=""&gt;Major League II &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i style=""&gt;Major League: Back to the Minors&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rube Baker making it back into our living rooms as a Muslim-hating construction worker neighbor of doom is one of the great upsets in TV so far this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for Kumar, it's nice to see that Behrooz found a new family and is living the sweet life in Southern California's &lt;i style=""&gt;beautiful, &lt;/i&gt;San  Fernando Valley... (that was in honor of Yanosh). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;19.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I Heart Morris O'Brien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You know, in a totally hetro way. Clearly, he adores Chloe and will do anything to make things better for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, he highjacks a private satellite and starts to track Jack. The terrorists will never know...what? Shit. &lt;i style=""&gt;They saw that one, too? &lt;/i&gt;WHO GAVE THEM ACCESS TO EVERYTHING?!?!!? Well, there's YOUR &lt;b style=""&gt;Diamond Cutter Moment&lt;/b&gt; for Hour One.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;20.  McQueen Serves the O'Briens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"You may have sacrificed Jack for nothing!" That moment of Bill storming into CTU and chewing out Chloe ("I'd rather not [look you in the eye], sir") was classic TC McQueen, and great stuff from Buchanan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More of this is encouraged. There aren't enough good hardass leaders at CTU, which is why it always sucks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;21.  Bald Bad Inadvertent Mistake #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oops. Fayed ("Bald Bad"), in grandiose Bond-villain fashion, tells a captured Jack his entire plan, then makes the fatal mistake of informing Jack "I just want to die for something instead of nothing" Bauer that "You will die for nothing."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will not end well for terrorists. And this is a great way to give Jack a reason to escape and kill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome writing. (Also, told you so re:  Assad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;22.  KUMAR is EVIL!!!! (spoiler).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Yup, Kumar has officially become Behrooz. Good twist, there. Can't say I saw it coming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, please note that Rube Baker was right, and he should instantly be offered a position with CTU. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;23. My Appetite is Insatiable... &lt;/b&gt;MAN, I want all 24 of these to run tonight. I'd stay up. Tell me that you wouldn't...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;24. And So is Jack's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;GREATEST ESCAPE EVER! Even though Nat tried to ruin it for us by explaining that an arm cuff won't measure the EKG, I don't care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a moment that harkened back to his &lt;i style=""&gt;Lost Boys &lt;/i&gt;days (Credit: My Old Boss, Barb) Count Jackula (credit: Jerry) just BIT THROUGH A RANDOM VILLAIN'S NECK, stole the handcuff keys, and escaped into the drainage system. Are you kidding me???? &lt;i style=""&gt;Plus&lt;/i&gt;, he memorized the location of Faux Bad, Assad, and is off to save the day! IT. IS. &lt;i style=""&gt;ON.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Jack's Back, Baby!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stats:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dammits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1 (1 for the year) -- Bill Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terrorist Casualties&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1 (1 for the year) – Jack Eats a Jugular&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CTU Casualties&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;0 (0 for the year) – way to go, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Player of the Game:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;JACK&lt;/b&gt; – HE ATE HIS NECK. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Also, he never cracked in China, gave himself a haircut, shower, and shave in 6 minutes, and uncovered the real Big Bad—all in one hour, and he did it as a shattered shell of his former self.)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Four out of Five Bold George Mason Sacrifices.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, way a great, super-fast way to get the ball rolling, get Jack back in action, and introduce our first Big Bad of the season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That felt like six hours of stuff jam-packed into 1, and I can't wait for the commercials to end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-1471788563137658664?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1471788563137658664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=1471788563137658664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1471788563137658664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/1471788563137658664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-tads-600-am-700-am.html' title='24 TADS: (6:00 AM -- 7:00 AM)'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-7314428592139433632</id><published>2007-01-16T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:26:15.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Thing:  Why I Love Bill Buchanan in 3:19</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcVpQ7JDhrs"&gt;I give you Col. Tyrus Cassius McQueen at his finest&lt;/a&gt;.  A little bit of TC McQueen has already come out in Bill Buchanan during the first four hours. As TC McQueen is one of my Top 10 favorite television characters, this excites me to no end. So go watch the clip and come back, i'll wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...awesome, huh? (and sorry it's a link, and not a cool embedded YouTube screen, i'm trying to figure out how to do that, but Blogger's not helping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, he flys out of the ship, tracks down Chiggy Von Richtofen (the alien Red Baron), avenges the death of his friend with badass flying manuevers and a couple of missles, and then returns to base and polishes off the aforementioned bottle of scotch. I love TC McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-7314428592139433632?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7314428592139433632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=7314428592139433632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7314428592139433632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7314428592139433632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/special-thing-why-i-love-bill-buchanan.html' title='Special Thing:  Why I Love Bill Buchanan in 3:19'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-7528970729015612825</id><published>2007-01-15T08:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:32:19.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Morning Thing</title><content type='html'>So, I owe you the Top Six Moments and 48 Things About Day Six...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;crap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a busy weekend, and now I&amp;#39;m trying to burn through today so I can go hang out with Jerry before the EARTH SHATTERING TWO HOUR SECOND PART OF THE PREMIERE EVENT OF AWESOMENESS. So you&amp;#39;re just going to have to wait. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, whet your appetite with random bits of fun information like:&amp;nbsp; Fayed (&amp;quot;Bald Bad&amp;quot;) is from the Greater Pittsburgh Metroplex and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; now has TWO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Major League&lt;/span&gt; alumni to its credits thanks to &amp;quot;Rube Baker, where are you now?&amp;quot;. Awesome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All-in-all, last night was two of the fastest hours ever, and it was pure badassedness.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m quite enjoying the Good Terrorist, Assad (who looks like Baltar from  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt; and will be referred to as &amp;quot;Baltar&amp;quot; henceforth) and a completely shattered Jack. In fact, I&amp;#39;m already having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt; dreams, which are really cool dreams to have. Also- you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;, Bill Buchanan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yeah, good stuff. More later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-7528970729015612825?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7528970729015612825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=7528970729015612825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7528970729015612825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7528970729015612825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-morning-thing.html' title='Next Morning Thing'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-4785704173329141023</id><published>2007-01-11T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:47:25.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Thing: Toy With Jack At Your Own Risk</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2007-01-10-24-action-figure_x.htm"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;will likely end up next to my 1985 Millenium Falcon toy and classic Dirk Benedict &amp;quot;Starbuck&amp;quot; figure. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinda sucks there&amp;#39;s no Tony Almeida with &amp;quot;Gimp-tastic Broken Ankle Action and Cubs Coffe Mug Grip&amp;quot;, President Palmer with &amp;quot;&amp;#39;SAVE ME FROM WHAT&amp;#39;&amp;quot; Button-Activated Voicechip&amp;quot; or Marwan with &amp;quot;Run Up the Stairs to Elude Capture&amp;quot; strategem figures. It&amp;#39;s just all Jack, all the time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...counting down the days until the Audrey figure is released&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-apk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-4785704173329141023?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4785704173329141023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=4785704173329141023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4785704173329141023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/4785704173329141023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-thing-toy-with-jack-at-your-own.html' title='News Thing: Toy With Jack At Your Own Risk'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-6474423426268662003</id><published>2007-01-11T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:37:51.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Awesome Things: Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know, friends, you're allowed to &lt;i style=""&gt;comment&lt;/i&gt;. The interactivity of the Interweb is what makes the information age better than, say, the Cenozoic. I know big words. And paleontology. Anyway, let's get to it, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaron Pierce: "Yo, Wolf Face. I'm Your Worst Nightmare. Your Ass is Mine."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How freaking &lt;i style=""&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; was this moment? Remember when Martha Logan hopped into the limo with the Russian First Family because she actually thought that POTUS wouldn't let her die. WOOPS! That one didn't work out so well, did it Marty?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, so while POTUS and (if memory serves) Walt Cummings are weeping and holding each other while POTUS waits to become a widower, the limousine caravan is attacked, &lt;i style=""&gt;Clear &amp; Present Danger&lt;/i&gt;-style by the Militant Ruskies of Doom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything's about to go straight to hell, until Aaron Pierce, the Purest-Hearted-Man-in-America/True Patriot Champion steps up, kicks ass, and saves the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be honest, I can't remember the specifics. I &lt;i style=""&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; remember that it was awesome. Good enough for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaron's the man. In fact, I like to believe he's what Captain America would be like if he hadn't frozen in the Atlantic at the end of World War II.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer: Saving America by Beheading Pedophile Snitches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though I can't understand why, Jack was in a pretty bad place after Teri bit it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Instead of drowining himself in booze and women while writing Nina a daily Thank You Card for freeing him of his whiny, stupid, pixi-haird albatross, h&lt;/span&gt;e left CTU, grew a beard, dressed like a hobo, started popping pills, became estranged from his daughter, and started living in some P.O.S. apartment in the San Fernando Valley (or Compton. Whatever).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Day Two began, all we could ask was, "What happened to our hero?" and "What can possibly bring him out of his doldrums?"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed Jack was just going to spiral down into loathsome pit of self-loathing. And that's bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then: his country called.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A pedophile mob boss was brought in for questioning, and after George "Basil Exposition" Mason firmly established that the hooligan had already cut a deal and would be free to prey on little kiddies again, Jack, still broken and emotionally scarred, flipped the Bauer Switch to the "on" position, shot the bastard point-blank in the chest, and informed Mason that "I'm gonna need a hacksaw" so he could cut the dude's head off and use it as a free pass so he could join a minuteman cell. As the hour draws to a close, Jack shaves the hobo-beard and symbolically establishes that, like a Phoenix (or some other city in Arizona), the old Jack may have died, but the new Jack has risen. And he's pissed. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really, I'm pretty sure that this story is the first chapter of "Chicken Soup for the Super Agent's Soul".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(It should be noted that this scene is so perfect that it was blatantly stolen this past fall by the &lt;i style=""&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; Best Show on TV, &lt;i style=""&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/i&gt; when Starbuck cut her hair with a combat knife.) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;10. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;POTUS IS EVIL ?!?!?!?!?&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember telling a friend of mine about this Incredible Diamond Cutter Moment the day after it happened. She had been watching the show for a while, but had given up on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I told what had happened, she said, plain as day, "This is why I don't watch that show anymore. It's ridiculous".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, we are no longer friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really, if I have to explain to you how improbable/ballsy/awesome it was to reveal that POTUS Logan, the spineless bastard to end all spineless bastards, was actually EVILLLLLL all along, and that he was behind the deaths of Palmer, Doe-Eyes, and (essentially) Tony, then you probably shouldn't be here.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer: Father of the Year/Kim Avenges Zack Morris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Kim, shoot him. Now, shoot him again." Jack is the Best. Dad. Ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, seriously. Did any of &lt;i style=""&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; dads ever let you shoot your boss?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we've reached the end of Kim's Incredible Misadventure in Babysitting and freakin' Gary Matheson has been chasing the poor girl all over SoCal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He finally catches up to her when she's dumb enough to go BACK TO HIS HOUSE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Worse yet, Kate "I've Generally Got My Shit Together" Warner thought that this was a good idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, Kate was trying to gain Kim's acceptance by acting as dumb as Kim's dead mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fair enough, Kate. Wouldn't have been my plan, but I've been single since the Clinton Administration, what do I know?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though, I wonder why Jack dumped you before Day Three?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I digress.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yeah, Gary Matheson finds Kim in his house, chases her around, and Kim eventually shoots him dead while on the phone with Jack, who goes so far as to give her instructions on how to use the gun, then tell his Kimmy-girl to be sure to put an extra round in the Garmeister for the sake of thoroughness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are not the life-lessons one gets when his father is a machinist, let me tell you that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, my dad only ever taught me how to change an alternator. Useful, but what happens when the guy I used to babysit for tries to kill me? Then what do I do, dad?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess by now you're wondering what all the talk about Kim "Avenging Zack Morris" is about, huh? I suppose I should explain:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;up until, oh, yesterday, when I decided to fact-check, I was &lt;i style=""&gt;convinced&lt;/i&gt; that Gary Matheson was played by the same douchebag that stole Kelly from Zack in &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/i&gt;. You know, Jeff. HATE that guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and Francisco Cabrera a responsible for destroying two of my three biggest childhood dreams: 1) that the Pirates would win a World Series and 2) that Zack would win Kelly, forever, over Slater, and that 3) I'd marry Belinda Carlisle. You can imagine my excitement when Patrick Muldoon (the guy who played Jeff) had his brains sucked out by the Brain Bug in &lt;i style=""&gt;Starship Troopers&lt;/i&gt; after he pulled the &lt;i style=""&gt;same shit&lt;/i&gt; and stole Denise Richards from Johnny Rico.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, if &lt;i style=""&gt; Starship Troopers&lt;/i&gt; is on, I'll watch it just to see three things:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;1) Michael Ironsides, 2) breasts, and 3) Jeff having his brains sucked out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine my disappointment when I learned during my aforementioned fact check that some dillweed named "Billy Burke" was Gary Matheson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Well," I thought to myself, "at the time, I thought Kim had avenged Zack, so screw it! This moment is still awesome."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now here we are.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Interrogates Nina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We'll get more into Nina a little lower on the list (like you didn't think that was coming).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since that last one was so long, I'll try to sum up here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The awesome parts about Jack interrogating Nina in CTU during Day Two:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A) The INCREDIBLE shot where she's being brought in, and Jack sees her for the first time, B) Jack flips over the table and pushes Nina's chair &lt;i style=""&gt;by her neck&lt;/i&gt; all the way up against the wall, C) Jack &lt;i style=""&gt;shoots the wall right beside her head&lt;/i&gt; and scares the shit out of her. D) Jack checking back and forth with George Mason, convincing him that everything's under control, even though you don't believe him, while he gives orders like, "turn the temperature up three degrees".&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All phenomenal. In a series full of tremendous interrogations, this one takes the cake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it's all capped off by their plane ride later, when Jack gives the really moving speech about what Nina took away from the world when she killed Teri (spoilers). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They're DEAD...THEY'RE &lt;i style=""&gt;ALL DEAD&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Ethan Hunt's IMF Team Memorial Trophy goes to the first 15 minutes of Day Five:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Palmer- shot in the mutherfrakkin' head; Doe-Eyes &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - blown up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tony- almost blown up: status unknown (eventually punked out like a little bitch by Robocop).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chloe- on the run, not looking so good.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing else could have raised the stakes faster or more hardcore as Day Five began than the decision to kill &lt;i style=""&gt;everyone you care about that's not Jack (or, &lt;/i&gt;obviously&lt;i style=""&gt;, Audrey)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so shocking that there wasn't even time to be pissed until the episode was over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then you realized that it &lt;i style=""&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt;. Then you realized that the only way to feel better was to root for Jack to bring all the bastards to justice that were responsible for the outrage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he does, I'll be the first to pop the champagne.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, kids- hope you enjoyed Part Three.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not gonna lie, time was tight for this one, so I apologize if it's not up to the lofty standards that I've already set here at 24TADS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be good, and I'll see you tomorrow for the FINAL SIX AWESOME MOMENTS!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A word to the wise. Whatever you do, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't read the Wikipedia page for Day Six&lt;/span&gt;. DAMMIT! I hath been spoiled about the death of... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-6474423426268662003?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6474423426268662003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=6474423426268662003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6474423426268662003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/6474423426268662003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-awesome-things-part-three.html' title='24 Awesome Things: Part Three'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8057132168176581910</id><published>2007-01-11T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:23:18.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News Thing: Day Six Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been sending links to all things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to you guys forever.&amp;nbsp; This is easier. Anything cool I find, you&amp;#39;ll find here. Starting with this little  &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/11/apontv.24returns.ap/index.html"&gt;semi-preview&lt;/a&gt; of FOUR HOUR EVENT OF AWESOME by the AP.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Beware: Mini Spoliers)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12-6 Most Awesome Things will be posted by midnight, hopefully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8057132168176581910?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8057132168176581910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8057132168176581910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8057132168176581910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8057132168176581910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-thing-day-six-preview.html' title='News Thing: Day Six Preview'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-5903838077975707387</id><published>2007-01-10T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:42:12.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Awesome Things: Part Two</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome back to 24 Awesome Things! Let&amp;#39;s hit the ground running, because this one&amp;#39;s verbose!&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. Doe-Eyes and Audrey: Together at Last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In retrospect, I didn't even realize what was happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Like I said, my rookie season was Day Four, so I didn't know anything about Michelle "Doe-Eyes" Dessler when she returned to CTU at Hour 13.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I recognized instantly that she was hot, but she didn't become the apple of my eye until I watched Day Two on DVD.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, torn between two women, (but not really, cuz I mean, Audrey's Audrey) I realized that they likely shared some scenes together during Day Four.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'll probably buy the Day Four DVDs now, just so I can bare witness to this harmonic convergence.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The "Only Man That Jack Can Trust" Saves the Day...Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is another moment that is awesome in retrospect.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When Jack ran out of bullets as he and Audrey were running for their lives in an office building during Day Four, the intensity was so high that I forgot that Jack had already placed a phone call to "the only man I can trust".&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When Tony showed up and wiped the floor with the remaining bad guys, I instantly knew that he was badass.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea just &lt;i style=""&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; badass Tony was until I went back and watched Days One and Two.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sure, he's kind of a bitch during Day One, but he looks amazingly cool when he shows up at the Warner Hacienda to do some questioning during Day Two.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And yes, he died like a bitch and didn't even get a Silent Clock (spoiler), but I hear that he did some cool stuff during Day Three. In short, Tony's awesome, and this moment, which ironically happened when the character was at his lowest, was probably his best. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: I got to see Tony at the All-Star Game this summer. Dude can rake on a softball field. He is awesome. I hope that they use him in the &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; movie.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Palmer Requests that Sherri Kindly Go Frak Herself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sherri Palmer.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Two words that grate on my neurons like none other than perhaps "Teri Bauer".&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lord, she sucked.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I've never seen her die, but it doesn't make me any less happy that it happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I digress.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;President Palmer freakin' rocks, and at this point, Dennis Haysbert should just change his name and run for the Democrats in '08. He'd have my vote.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, this list will have a noticeable shortage of Awesome Palmer Moments.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mea Culpa&lt;/i&gt;, on that one, kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's just that I'm normally terribly bored by Palmer's plotlines (like Keith killed a guy! And Sherri's a bitch!).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess if I want to list great moments in David Palmer's history, I should start a &lt;i style=""&gt;Major League &lt;/i&gt;blog (I say, &lt;i style=""&gt;forgetyou&lt;/i&gt; Jobu, I do it myself!) or a &lt;i style=""&gt;The Unit &lt;/i&gt;blog (umm..i don't know any &lt;i style=""&gt;The Unit&lt;/i&gt; quotes. I don't watch it. But I hear it's the balls).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, at the end of Day One, Palmer loses his last nerve, blows his top, and eventually has Sherri escorted away from his life. This was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also cool- when he set up the slutty scriptwriter that Sherri was using to set him up with, and straight up fired her. Palmer rules.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kimmy go BOOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This moment makes it because it's so ridiculous &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; it leads to the incredible storyline that is "Teri has Amnesia!" I know a lot of people criticize Kim, and say that she sucks. I kindly disagree. She's clearly the only thing on this planet that Jack cares about, and her fabulous Day Two &amp;lt;isadventure In Babysitting is fun in it's own melodramatically cheesy way (and at least it has a great payoff). I won't even comment on the scrumdiddilyumptiousness of Elisha Cuthbert.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There's nothing I can tell you that you don't already know.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Note to self: Self, get to work on the "Top Ten 24 Hotties" list).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As for the notorious Cougar—there's no way that the Cougar is any lamer than Teri has Amnesia! (and she happens to run into her ex-boyfriend!).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, when you're stealing plot ideas from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Muppets Take Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, there's really no comparison.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;apk, get back on track again. Okay. Teri and Kim's safe house is attacked by Drazen's people, so they jump in a car and haul ass. Teri does a good job of avoiding the shooter (which is probably the only thing she does effectively, other than die, all season) but when she parks the car on a side road, then retardedly walks up the hill to check for the assassin (what could she possibly do up there, other than reveal her location to the killer?) the car slips down the hill and explodes. Because that's what car's do when they roll down hills.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When Teri thinks that Kim is dead (and we never learn how she gets out (NO FLASHBACKS!)), she instantly imagines what Jack's going to do to her when he finds out that Kimmy went Boom, her brain turns off, and she faints. She then wakes up with Amnesia! This actually happened on this amazing show.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Really.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, sorry to ramble. In short, in this scene, Teri Bauer believes that her utter incompetence killed her daughter. No one likes Teri Bauer (except Kup, because he likes anything with a pixi haircut).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hence, this scene is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Edgar Hilariously Does Something Awkwardly Stupid:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He Dies. Many Weep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oddly, I'm having a hard time remembering great moments from Day Five off the top of my head. I mean, it's pretty much almost universally considered to be like, the best season yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not so sure that it's true, but I know there were more moments that I'm not remembering. Feel free to help out.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That being said, I frakking hate Edgar. Never liked him. He's big and dumb. And a pain in the ass. He's a big dumb pain in the ass. From Brooklyn. Living in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He's basically a fat version of the sitcom &lt;i style=""&gt;Joey&lt;/i&gt; sitting behind a desk at CTU and making eyes at Chloe.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Chloe!&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a doof. Oh, boo hoo, Edgar...Chloe slept with the good looking non-dork guy. Your life is so hard. Why don't you whine about your dead mom some more?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God, I hate Edgar. And I &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hate that he got a Silent Clock, but Palmer, Doe-Eyes and Tony did not. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot. Seriously, though, his death was done &lt;i style=""&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; well, and it's easily one of the more tragic moments in &lt;i style=""&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; history.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I type this, in my mind's eye I can still see Chloe crying as Edgar has his Spock Moment* and the silent count hits. Hell, even Jack looked broken up by it, and he barely knew the bastard.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What's the epitome of an awesome moment? Take a guy I hate, kill him, and make me &lt;i style=""&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, please collect your Emmy. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I Owe Blackjack Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There she was, pinned down, hiding behind haystacks, waiting for her doom.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She thought her father was dead, and she had been through hell herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jack couldn't stay to protect her, again.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My Audrey, alone and scared, but defiant.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just hoping to survive.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, I've gone from the edge of Jerry's couch to the floor, and have started to creep nervously towards the TV, so that I can reach out and save her from her obvious fate.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Audrey's going to die, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I'm being melodramatic.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You'll get used to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;i style=""&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; nervous as hell, though. And I'm pretty sure that I was begging the TV not to kill her off. Then, all of a sudden, like a Guardian Angel of Awesomeness, Blackjack arrived on the scene in dramatic "crept up behind Audrey and scared all of us" fashion, and shuttled her off to safety. Thank you, Blackjack.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am the Luke to your Han, I owe you one.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; I only included this moment so I didn&amp;#39;t have to get sappy on y&amp;#39;all and write about how awesome it was when Jack and Audrey got back together mid-way through Day Five. During that scene, I was like a fourteen year old girl watching  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey&amp;#39;s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; and rooting for Mer ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;lame when people call her that) and McDreamy to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just freakin&amp;#39; hook up already!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ::giggles::&amp;nbsp; The lesson: there weren&amp;#39;t enough boys in Madison, PA during the 1980s. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;And that, my friends, brings us to the end of Part Two.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with the 12 through 7 Most Subjectively Awesome moments.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be sure to come back on Friday when I hit the big ones: 6 through 1.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You &lt;i style=""&gt;certainly&lt;/i&gt; don't want to miss me talking about things like &lt;i style=""&gt;&amp;lt;insert mega-exciting music here&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt; Nina Myers!;&amp;nbsp; "I'm gonna need a hacksaw;" They're dead- they're ALL DEAD; and Kim Bauer:&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Avenging Angel of Zack Morris.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you tomorrow, same Bat-Time. Same Bat-Channel.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-apk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;*("the needs of the many...outweigh...the needs of the few...you have been...and always will be... my friend....live long...and...prosper...*dies*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-5903838077975707387?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5903838077975707387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=5903838077975707387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5903838077975707387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/5903838077975707387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-awesome-things-part-two.html' title='24 Awesome Things: Part Two'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-8186659117554705355</id><published>2007-01-09T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:15:55.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Awesome Things:  Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In order to kick things off here at 24TADS, I figured that I'd do what all good bloggers do:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;make a list.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, "The List".&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As American as football, apple pie, and smog, The List is probably America's greatest gift to world culture since the proliferation of jazz and comic books.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The List answers, with finality, those questions that plague mankind like, "What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; the 50 greatest celebrity nip-slips?" and "What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; the 100 greatest moments in Gong Show history?"&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The List. Purely subjective.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always controversial.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The List.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; list is apropos, right?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, before I get started, I need to give credit to &lt;a href="http://www.progressiveboink.com/archive/24.htm"&gt;This Site&lt;/a&gt;, which has a great list of moments through Day Three of its own.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I read it a long, long time ago, and found it rather funny. Feel free to follow the link and have some fun.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'll admit it, I may have inadvertently stolen a quip or line or six from there. You'll get over it. You're young.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I couldn't steal, however, is this gem, "If Jack was in a fight with Superman and He-Man at the same time, he would just break He-Man's arm and hurl the power sword into Superman's chest."&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Indeed, faceless Internet Guy. Indeed. That sentence is the epitome of hilarity, and it perfectly represents everything I want this little piece of the Interweb to be.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;So, without further ado, I give you Part One of the "24 Moments I think I'm pretty sure I feel, off the top of my head, were the best moments of 24*" &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;*Does not include Day Three. Sorry. I've not seen it. I know I suck, and I know that it's Doe-Eyes filled to the max. Sue me. None of my friends own it. Feel free to buy it for me as a "special thank you" for being so awesome and creating this blog. You're welcome.&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack, Paul Raines (herewithin known as &amp;quot;Sissy\nMcWussypants&amp;quot;), and two Swell Muslim Guys ™ hold off rioters as Jack\nsingle-handedly ends anti-Muslim sentiment in America.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It&amp;#39;s true, it&amp;#39;s true.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During Day Four, critics derided the series\nso much for its negative portrayal of a fundamentalist Muslim sleeper cell as a\nfamily of deranged-evil terrorists, that always-politically correct FOX (who\nbrought you &amp;quot;Temptation\n Island&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;When\nMurderous Rampaging Beasts Maul Hillbillies 7&amp;quot;) flinched.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In response, FOX ran those amusing &amp;quot;No,\nreally, Muslims aren&amp;#39;t &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; bad&amp;quot;\nbumpers where Keifer begged you to heal the hate, and then also sent our\nintrepid lead into blood-soaked LA while on the run with Sissy from some Evil\nHenchmen Mercenaries.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack and Sissy\nfled to a hardware store where they holed up with two Swell Muslim Guys who\nhelped them fend off the forces of EVIL.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;The next day, America\nelected a Muslim President, it became socially acceptable to read the Koran in\ncolleges, and Pat Robertson taught us all that &amp;quot;Mohammed was actually pretty\ncool&amp;quot; (this may not have really happened).&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;Was it a cheesy, blatant attempt to quell critics? Yup. And it worked,\ntoo.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it&amp;#39;s here because it was one\npretty badass shootout.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You go, two\nSwell Muslim Guys!&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marie Warner is EVIL!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Spoiler) No, seriously, the\nperky, cute blonde girl from &lt;i&gt;The Faculty&lt;/i&gt;\nis actually evil here, too! During Day Two (my personally favorite season), the\nshow pulled the equivalent of a double-reverse flea-flicker and, after\nconvincing us that Marie&amp;#39;s Dad Bob and her fiancée &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t call me Toka&amp;quot; Reza\nwere actually the guys connected with the missing nuke, revealed that the\ncheerleaderesque ditz Marie was actually a cold-blooded fanatic terrorist/murderer.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack, Paul Raines (herewithin known as "Sissy McWussypants"), and two Swell Muslim Guys ™ hold off rioters as Jack single-handedly ends anti-Muslim sentiment in America.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's true, it's true.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During Day Four, critics derided the series so much for its negative portrayal of a fundamentalist Muslim sleeper cell as a family of deranged-evil terrorists, that always-politically correct FOX (who brought you "Temptation  Island" and "When Murderous Rampaging Beasts Maul Hillbillies 7") flinched.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In response, FOX ran those amusing "No, really, Muslims aren't &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; bad" bumpers where Keifer begged you to heal the hate, and then also sent our intrepid lead into blood-soaked LA while on the run with Sissy from some Evil Henchmen Mercenaries.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack and Sissy fled to a hardware store where they holed up with two Swell Muslim Guys who helped them fend off the forces of EVIL.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next day, America elected a Muslim President, it became socially acceptable to read the Koran in colleges, and Pat Robertson taught us all that "Mohammed was actually pretty cool" (this may not have really happened).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it a cheesy, blatant attempt to quell critics? Yup. And it worked, too.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it's here because it was one pretty badass shootout.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You go, two Swell Muslim Guys!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marie Warner is EVIL!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Spoiler) No, seriously, the perky, cute blonde girl from &lt;i&gt;The Faculty&lt;/i&gt; is actually evil here, too! During Day Two (my personally favorite season), the show pulled the equivalent of a double-reverse flea-flicker and, after convincing us that Marie's Dad Bob and her fiancée "Don't call me Toka" Reza were actually the guys connected with the missing nuke, revealed that the cheerleaderesque ditz Marie was actually a cold-blooded fanatic terrorist/murderer.&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This Whisenhuntness of this Diamond Cutter\nMoment cannot be understated.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well\nplayed, writers. Well played.&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack saves the Heller/Raines, kills 117\nterrorists in six minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got to put this here,\nbecause this moment captured me as a &lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt;\nfan for all time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t get into the\nshow until my buddy Dr. Pizz and I happened to lazily leave the TV on after\nsome NFL Playoff games.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two hours later,\nwe were intrigued. By the time Jack saved Audrey (Hereinafter &amp;quot;The Love of My\nLife&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;My Girlfriend Audrey&amp;quot;) and Sec. Heller in one tremendously badass\nfirefight/rescue sequence, I was hooked for life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember being surprised at seeing so much\nsweet movie-style violence on primetime TV.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;Who says the entertainment industry&amp;#39;s in trouble? Not me. In something\nlike, I dunno, four minutes at the beginning of Hour Six, Jack killed a small\ncounty&amp;#39;s worth of terrorists, saved the day, and got his girl back.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rudy Gamgee figures out &amp;quot;Flank Two Position&amp;quot;,\nBlackjack saves the day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jerry, Nat, and I are all pretty\nbig Curtis, &amp;quot;Blackjack&amp;quot; Manning fans, and, even though he has a tendency to\ntake a bullet every time he goes into battle with Jack, he appears at least\ntwice on this list.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(If you know me well\nenough, I&amp;#39;m sure you can guess his greatest moment).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, since Curtis was leading the charge\nthis time, he didn&amp;#39;t take a bullet. In fact, he saved Jack&amp;#39;s ass.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was during the beginning of Day Five,\nwhen the airport was under siege by The Guy that Should Have Been the Big\nBad.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captured, and with his young stupid\nfriend about to be executed, Jack had no choice to feed false position\ninformation to Curtis&amp;#39;s CTU SWAT team.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;Though ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Whisenhuntness of this Diamond Cutter Moment cannot be understated.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well played, writers. Well played.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack saves Heller&amp;Raines, kills 117 terrorists in six minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I've got to put this here, because this moment captured me as a &lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; fan for all time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn't get into the show until my buddy Dr. Pizz and I happened to lazily leave the TV on after some NFL Playoff games.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two hours later, we were intrigued. By the time Jack saved Audrey (Hereinafter "The Love of My Life" or "My Girlfriend Audrey") and Sec. Heller in one tremendously badass firefight/rescue sequence, I was hooked for life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember being surprised at seeing so much sweet movie-style violence on primetime TV.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who says the entertainment industry's in trouble? Not me. In something like, I dunno, four minutes at the beginning of Hour Six, Jack killed a small county's worth of terrorists, saved the day, and got his girl back.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rudy Gamgee figures out "Flank Two Position", Blackjack saves the day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jerry, Nat, and I are all pretty big Curtis, "Blackjack" Manning fans, and, even though he has a tendency to take a bullet every time he goes into battle with Jack, he appears at least twice on this list.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(If you know me well enough, I'm sure you can guess his greatest moment).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, since Curtis was leading the charge this time, he didn't take a bullet. In fact, he saved Jack's ass.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was during the beginning of Day Five, when the airport was under siege by The Guy that Should Have Been the Big Bad.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Captured, and with his young stupid friend about to be executed, Jack had no choice but to feed false position information to Curtis's CTU SWAT team.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though &lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; didn&amp;#39;t realize it at\nthe time, Jack had encoded his message with distress warning that he is in a &amp;quot;Flank\nTwo position, repeat, a Flank Two position&amp;quot;.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;However, since the warning is outdated and no longer a code, only Sean\nAstin, in his best strategic moment since &amp;quot;Toy Soldiers&amp;quot; figures it out.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the incomparably annoying Linn McGill\n(Astin) scrambles to inform Blackjack&amp;#39;s assault team, we wait in anticipation to\nfind whether the message got through in time.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;As Curtis and his Army of Asskickers blows through the wall and gats the\neverliving shit out of every Evil Russian in the place, we learn two\nthings:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack is smarter than you, and Curtis\nis more than just a target.&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T.C. McQueen takes over CTU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Unless my\nbaby brother, Gooder, is reading this, only Jerry understands this post. It&amp;#39;s\nokay though. It&amp;#39;s my list. You don&amp;#39;t have a list, do you? Well, when you write\none, you can move Bill Buchanan&amp;#39;s ascension to CTU chief off, and replace it\nwith that Really Awesome Time That Edgar Said Something Retarded.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure that was tremendous. Anyway, Jim\nMorrison, the man behind Bill Buchanan, used to be the Bauerist guy on a\nshort-lived scifi show called &lt;i&gt;Space:\nAbove and Beyond&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In one of the best\nhours of TV I know, an episode called &amp;quot;The Angriest Angel&amp;quot; Morrison, playing\nhardnosed spacefighter pilot Col. Tyrus Cassius McQueen defies all odds, gets\ninto killing shape, gets back in the cockpit, and avenges his friend&amp;#39;s death by\nblowing up the Alien Red Baron really really good.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, this hour of TV is self-contained\nand phenomenal. I love it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Morrison&amp;#39;s\none of my favorite unsung actors, and when he stepped into CTU, I was beyond\nexcited. If Buchanan ever dies, I&amp;#39;ll likely cry.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bonus:&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;he definitely tagged Doe-Eyes. My. Hero.&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; didn't realize it at the time, Jack had encoded his message with a distress warning that he was in a "Flank Two position, repeat, a Flank Two position".&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, since the warning was outdated and no longer a code, only Sean Astin, in his best strategic moment since "Toy Soldiers" figured it out.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the incomparably annoying Linn McGill (Astin) scrambled to inform Blackjack's assault team, we waited in anticipation to find whether the message got through.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Curtis and his Army of Asskickers blew through the wall and gatted the everliving shit out of every Evil Russian in the place, we learned two things:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack is smarter than you, and Curtis is more than just a target.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T.C. McQueen takes over CTU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Unless my baby brother, Gooder, is reading this, only Jerry understands this post. It's okay though. It's my list. You don't have a list, do you? Well, when you write one, you can move Bill Buchanan's ascension to CTU chief off, and replace it with that Really Awesome Time That Edgar Said Something Retarded.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure that was tremendous. Anyway, Jim Morrison, the man behind Bill Buchanan, used to be the Bauerist guy on a short-lived scifi show called &lt;i&gt;Space: Above and Beyond&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In one of the best hours of TV I know, an episode called "The Angriest Angel," Morrison, playing hardnosed spacefighter pilot Col. Tyrus Cassius McQueen defies all odds, gets into killing shape, gets back in the cockpit, and avenges his friend's death by blowing up the Alien Red Baron really really good.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, this hour of TV is self-contained and phenomenal. I love it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Morrison's one of my favorite unsung actors, and when he stepped into CTU, I was beyond excited. If Buchanan ever dies, I'll likely cry.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bonus:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he definitely tagged Doe-Eyes. My. Hero.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer punk&amp;#39;d Sayed Ali, makes George\nLucas his bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How do you get a fundamentalist\nterrorist to talk? Find his kids, who are supposed to be safely nestled into\nbed 10,000 miles away, and kill them in front of them.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I&amp;#39;m pretty sure that&amp;#39;s like, the third thing\nthey teach you in Super\n Badass Agent\n School. The first is, of\ncourse, &amp;quot;disemboweling with a towel,&amp;quot; while the second is &amp;quot;lampshade\nelectro-nipple shock&amp;quot;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I can&amp;#39;t\nbelieve I almost forgot about this moment.&lt;span&gt; \n&lt;/span&gt;After Jack used his Batman-like deduction skills, which were honed\nduring summers at Indian Camp (true story), to determine that Evil-doer Sayed\nAli had &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; lit himself on fire to\nescape capture, Jack hunted him down in the bowels of a mosque, promptly kicked\nhis ass, and tied him to a chair.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alas,\nAli wouldn&amp;#39;t talk, and Jack was RUNNING OUT OF TIME (plus, I&amp;#39;m certain he\nwanted to hook up with Kate Warner, who wouldn&amp;#39;t?)&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so he had to resort to desperate measures. He\nhad a TV brought in, and basically made Ali watch as his kid was shot in the head.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before the rest of the family could be executed,\nMr. Supertough Mr. Man Ali talked, and Jack went on to save the universe.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, it was later revealed that Jack had\nfaked the whole thing, using special effects (or something) that were better\nthan anything found in a Star Wars prequel, and Jack (rather compassionately, I\nmight add) later told Ali the truth before Ali was assassinated, but at the\ntime, I believed that Jack had gone through with it to.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only thing this episode was missing was\nAshton Kutcher (thank God). &lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;Well, that&amp;#39;s all we&amp;#39;ve got for now. I&amp;#39;ll be back with six\nmore tomorrow, which should take us right into the Premiere to End All\nPremieres (2007 Edition) on Sunday.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n\n\n\n&lt;p&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;/p&gt;\n\n&lt;p&gt;-apk",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer punk'd Sayed Ali, makes George Lucas his bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How do you get a fundamentalist terrorist to talk? Find his kids, who are supposed to be safely nestled into bed 10,000 miles away, and kill them in front of him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's how!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm pretty sure that's like, the third thing they teach you in Super  Badass Agent  School. The first is, of course, "disemboweling with a towel," while the second is "lampshade electro-nipple shock".&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I can't believe I almost forgot about this moment.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Jack used his Batman-like detective skills, which were honed during summers at Indian Camp (true story), to determine that Evil-doer Sayed Ali had &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; lit himself on fire to escape capture, Jack hunted him down in the bowels of a mosque, promptly kicked his ass, and tied him to a chair.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alas, Ali wouldn't talk, and Jack was RUNNING OUT OF TIME (plus, I'm certain he wanted to hook up with Kate Warner, who wouldn't?)&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so he had to resort to desperate measures. He had a TV brought in, and basically made Ali watch as his kid was shot in the head.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before the rest of the family could be executed, Mr. Supertough Mr. Man Ali talked, and Jack went on to save the known universe, and roughly 2/3 of all dark matter.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, it was later revealed that Jack had faked the whole thing, using special effects (or something) that were better than anything found in a Star Wars prequel, and Jack (rather compassionately, I might add) later told Ali the truth before Ali was assassinated; but at the time, I believed that Jack had gone through with it, too.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only thing this episode was missing was Ashton Kutcher (thank God). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Well, that's all we've got for now. I'll be back with six more tomorrow, and each day thereafter, which should take us right into the Premiere to End All Premieres (2007 Edition) on Sunday.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Be good to each other.&lt;/p&gt;  -apk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-8186659117554705355?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8186659117554705355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=8186659117554705355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8186659117554705355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/8186659117554705355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/24-awesome-things-part-one.html' title='24 Awesome Things:  Part One'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38547780.post-7515997772623558092</id><published>2007-01-09T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T08:24:59.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle</title><content type='html'>The following takes place between January 14, 2007 and May 21, 2007...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38547780-7515997772623558092?l=24-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7515997772623558092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38547780&amp;postID=7515997772623558092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7515997772623558092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38547780/posts/default/7515997772623558092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://24-things.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='Welcome to the Jungle'/><author><name>apk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
