I don’t know Jack…
January 16th, 2007
Here’s the link to part three of the New York Times series I referenced yesterday - today’s was my favorite of the three.
Last night’s episode of 24…I can’t even talk about it. You won’t even have to worry about spoilers, for those of you in the “WFD” (Wait For DVD) camp. I really am out of sorts.
I’ll talk about anything involving our friend Jack in the comment section of this post, so that any WFDers can know upfront to avoid the chatter. I’ll do this every Tuesday morning - I’ll put up the flag, and then if you want to read the comments, that’s your perogative.
I am, however, just besides myself today in regards to things about the episodes that drove me crazy. Sunday night, Bob and Caleb came over for the first two episodes (I brought the Paddy’s wings, of course) - continuing on the tradition that’s now in its 3rd year with Monday nights. Rachel, Brent, KJ, Nate, Mary, and Britta joined in. Brent has been a part of the Monday Night Crew (heretofor known as MNC) for a few years as well. We often mourn the loss of Isaac and Jake to someone else’s MNC. I think I heard that Isaac is now, by necessity, in the WFD crowd. Pity.
It was a little frustrating that the show started as the Chargers / Patriots game was ending. I had to do a couple of “sneak hits” on the “flashback” button of the remote to get a quick hit field position update at the end. Bob choked the first time I pulled the stunt, and then flat-out passed out completely the second time, in sheer rage and disgust at my lack of reverance for the moment. Still, I had to know whether the event I could only call “Gambler’s Apokalypse” was truly going to happen next week or not.
“Gambler’s Apokalypse”, of course, would be the collision of Peyton Manning and Marty Shottenheimer in an AFC Championship game. If San Diego had won on Sunday, that sound you would have heard would have been the shriek of despair as Las Vegas collapsed into itself in a spectacular fiery oblivion. Bettors everywhere would have spent this week stumbling around, pondering the mysteries of the universe, their cold, distant, dead eyes betraying the hopelessness of the dashing of a thousand dreams.
(For those of you who have no clue what I am speaking of, simply watch the impossibly jittery feet of Peyton Manning next week as he dances around the pocket nervously, clutching his small, weak heart in his non-throwing hand, wondering how his offensive line, running back, wide-receivers, defensive line, position coach, waterboy, and various other members of the Colts orginization could have possibly let him down in crunch time yet again…)
Off to teach New Testament Survey. I will put last night behind me quickly before I dive into today’s material, I assure you.
But it will not be easy.
David
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1. David | January 16th, 2007 at 11:34 am
To start off, I am annoyed today at two things in particular:
1. Stupid Dads that don’t call the police, having not thought through what would happen when the “Package” is delivered both to him, his family, and the nation. Then, Stupid Dad just stares at Mr. Suitcase Nuke Guy and yells at him instead of running over, tackling, and beating him down.
Good job, Stupid Dad. I’m sure that yelling at terrorists not to do terrorist things will surely deter them from terrorism.
2. I like President Palmer Remix, but his decision-making is, well….suspect. I know we all know that, but the “Don’t Give In to Terrorists” thing is a pretty standard Presidential Mantra. Doesn’t he watch 24?
At least he has decided to believe everything Jack says from now on. I’m sure that will last. I’m sure his advisors will fall in line and fully cooperate. They always do.
-ds
2. Brent Steeno | January 16th, 2007 at 11:38 am
Just so you all know, I started blogging before Dave.
3. Sunny | January 16th, 2007 at 2:35 pm
hahah Dave has a blog! awesome. i’m going to read it daily to expand my vocabulary.
btw, thanks for the edifying words that day at E12, though i was slightly embarassed, i actually asked God to remind me why I’m here at IHOP earlier that night. I was desperate for a word of prophecy or something because i had talked to my mom that day and she basically thought i was throwing my life to the wind. so thanks! : ) you rock
4. Michaela | January 16th, 2007 at 6:54 pm
Dave,
Totally agree that it was stupid that the Dad didn’t call the police in the beginning…. and I thought not deducing that he Ahmed would release the opposite person was stupid as well.
The reason the dad didn’t go after the bomb is because he was tied to a pole with his hands tied behind his back… it was a quick shot and pretty easy to miss… i had to replay it on the DVR a couple times to see the pole. My inital thought when I saw it last night was why did he squat and not squat and run from the area.
5. David | January 16th, 2007 at 7:36 pm
Ah! Tied to a pole. Makes sense. I appreciate the clarification. My annoyance is subsiding. Now it replaced by saddness. Goodbye, Curtis - the look on your face at the end was just painful. It actually made the bomb itself slightly anticlimactic in comparison, in my opinion.
Sunny - glad to help. I stand by what I said.
-ds
6. Sean MacNair | January 17th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
After a TV show airs the first time, there are no spoilers. I’m not responsible for ruining the experience of someone who wants to wait a year for a show to hit DVD.
7. David | January 18th, 2007 at 7:09 am
No sweat, Sean. I’ll make sure that no one reads your articles on my blog.
DS
8. steve offutt | January 22nd, 2007 at 8:24 pm
D:
hey I got an e12 on monday’s until 9pm…otherwise I really am serious, maybe I”ll work something out.
9. David | January 23rd, 2007 at 6:47 pm
All is forgiven. Not that awesome last night, as i noted in tonight’s post.
-ds
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