One thing. I want to be Jack Bauer. He gets to kill people. He gets to steal cars and point guns atg people and when he says Do it! NOW! people do it. When he says he’ll kill you, he fuckin’ means it. When he says I’m not going to shoot you, he doesn’t mean […]
One thing.
I want to be Jack Bauer.
He gets to kill people. He gets to steal cars and point guns atg people and when he says Do it! NOW! people do it.
When he says he’ll kill you, he fuckin’ means it. When he says I’m not going to shoot you, he doesn’t mean he won’t, just that he’s not planning to, yet.
Jack is the fucking man.
I’m watching the first season of 24 on DVD. One of the very best things about netflix; these gems that I missed the first time, like season one of Amazing Race, or Veronica Mars, The Mole, Deadwood.
I didn’t catch on to the glory that is 24 until this past season; day 5. And oh, god, why didn’t I know about this before?
I’m halfway through; kidnappings, incredibly hot terrorist babes, Jack’s daughter tied up and duct taped. Jack in handcuffs, escaping. Double-crosses and betrayals and stolen identities. Airplanes exploding, hot airplane bathroom sex. Some really great villains. Threats of rape and murder.
And that’s only nine hours in.
Yeah. I wanna be Jack Bauer. And I’m glad I’ve got three more seasons to watch, even if they’re not this good.