Well, Sunday was entirely uneventful--no one called to say they couldn't teach, Reba was up early and ready to go on time, and despite the fact that the clothing did not get removed from the dryer, a plague of flaming lobsters did not rain from the sky--at least not in our neighborhood. Sunday night? Well, had to catch up on the zany antics of Jack Bauer and the CTU on 24. I lost track of it last season and didn't really watch much of it, but this season seems to be worth watching.
Monday night was really the better one, in that Jean Smart seems intent on showing us her undies (although I could do with a few less extreme closeups of her facial expressions, please) AND we get introduced to Special Government Guy with a Badge, Sam Wise, who seems to think Jack is after the Precious or something, which is probably going to create problems for Jack, and possibly for Gandalf.
I really like the show, but when Jack was up in the ceiling of the airport, I sure do wish he had been a little quieter up there. And I think if I were a supersecret agent, I'd have a little lanyard around my telescope and my cool picture phone from Sprint, just in case I dropped either one by accident through the bars and onto the floor. And why is it when Jack kept saying he was in a "flank 2 position" did not one of the SWAT guys say, "what on earth are you talking about, Jack--there's no such thing as being in a flank 2 position!?" Thank goodness for good Sam Wise, who saved their bacon on that one. And just how is it that all of those armed guys who swarmed over the terminal manage to miss a gigantic gaping hole in the concrete floor where the nerve gas was hidden!? And how did it get hidden there in the first place? I mean, who hides that kind of junk at the Ontario, CA airport!? And do all evil geniuses have a hidden lair with all sorts of cool electronics, and if so, why do they want to take over the world, since they obviously have the really important stuff already in their possession, namely, a hidden lair with cool electronics?
Well, it's all just a mystery. As opposed to Jean Smart's foundation garments.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 11:43 AMWhat, no pictures of Ms. Smart, after that buildup of her foundation (garments)?!? Well, I'll just have to take care of it myself - sheesh, these 3 day weekends can really throw some people off.
[No, that's not me slobbering on her shoulder. Any guesses?]
Glad to hear that not only can Sam Wise cook your bacon (and taters!), but he can save your bacon too. Many is the time where that's been needed.
[And I'm not going to give a link for a picture of Sam with bacon either.]
That growth on her shoulder would be Paul Kreppel of It's a Living. And I didn't put up a link because of my resolution this year to be unpredictable.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 12:27 PM“And I didn't put up a link because of my resolution this year to be unpredictable. “
Just as some of us thought.
Drat--foiled by my own unpredictability! I must go play the banjo now!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 01:22 PMDo you know the difference between a banjo and a chainsaw?
You can tune a chainsaw.
And do you know the difference between New Hampshire and the number 143?
TOOTHPASTE!
Hee--I am just so unpredictable nowadays!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 01:39 PMSomehow I feel my five year old would feel perfectly at home in this conversation. I, naturally, am completely Lost. Which I know is a different show full of snarks and boojums and frabjous days.
I didn't watch 24, but I caught these things on the radio today:
1) The host noted the "flank 2" thing also, and wondered if it was the same as a "cover 2", which seems to be a football term of some sort. I would've confused it with a flank steak, but...
2) Apparently the alternative was watching the Golden Globes with their attendant good taste, modest clothing, and conservative political views.
Hence you can imagine my immediate desire to watch a hockey game, even if the Rangers were miserable last night.
Posted by: skinnydan at January 17, 2006 02:17 PMI got a little busy and would have gotten back sooner with rebuking your WRONG guess. No, that is not Paul Kreppel.
Here's a hint: he was noted for drooling on the shoulder (and probably other areas) of Winnie Cooper.
[Hope that was not too much information.]
Nope--look on the website again, there, Marc--although Fred Savage IS there, the caption on the photo with the growth says he's The Kreppelmeister. I know the Google image result says Fred Savage, but it's in reference to another photo on the same page. Another part of my unpredictability for the year is to occasionally be right.
And as for you, Mr. Skinnydan, I agree with your comments on the decorous and modest Golden Globes.
::sighhhhhhhhhhhh::
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 02:53 PMYou're paying waaaaay too much attention to the details here. We're talking about Jack Bauer, a guy who's died and come back twice already. A man so tough that when Chuck Norris tried to deliver a roundhouse kick to Jack's head, Jack ripped off his leg and used it to dispatch 12 AK-47 toting henchmen. While on the phone with his girlfriend.
Posted by: skillzy at January 17, 2006 03:10 PMAnd let's not forget the ninjas. AND the monkeys. AND the Nazis. Not that they really have a lot to do with the subject, but it's best not to forget them lest they pop up at a most inopportune time, "sieg heil"ing and throwing poop and metal stars.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2006 03:24 PMWell, it's not so unpredictable for me to be wrong. Once again humbled by the MasterMind PossumPapa. Back into the dirt of the TaterBed for me ...
Posted by: MarcV at January 18, 2006 09:08 AMNow, now--don't go underground just for that, Marc--remember, I'm the one who said the statue of Vulcan in Birmingham weighed five pounds. And as we all know, it's actually 7 pounds and 3 ounces. So see, even I can mess up on facts sometimes.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 18, 2006 09:11 AM
