2) DO NOT TALK TO ME
3) LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE
Now you may ask why? Why total and utter isolation? Hot date? Yeah right and Nikita Kruschev delivers my mail. Is there an outing planned? No, not at all. There are three small words that would send me into an obsessive anxiety like this. And those brilliant words are as follows...
JACK
FUCKING
BAUER
That's right. 24 returns in all of its nail-biting, intense glory with two nights of two-hour goodness, starting tonight at 8PM on FOX. If you've not supped on the bountiful flesh that is 24, then by all means haul your happy ass down to your local video store and rent the previous three seasons. Or borrow them from a friend.
This is appointment television, folks. As has been established each season's twenty-five episodes tick off one hour per episode of a single day in the life of CTU (Counter Terrorism Unit) agent Jack Bauer. Now you may not think alot can happen in one hour. And how oh so wrong you would be. Entire episodes plot arcs can shift into something unexpected by the denoument of the final three minutes. So give it a chance - you'll be hooked.
Tonight, CBS will air The People's Choice Awards. Fahrenheit 9/11 is nominated, as Best Film of 2004. Hopefully, it'll win, but it faces some stiff competition.
I worked my ass off last night and really continued believing the lingering hypothesis that I need new shoes STAT. My fucking feet hurt like hell (as I was the floor guy). So then I came home and watched Anchorman - The Legend Of Ron Burgundy (thank you Netflix). It has gently bent and twisted humor that hits you in just the right places and was a hilarious movie.
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