24
To summarize the situation: Last week, in downtown Los Angeles -- which is famous for this kind of traffic snafu -- the terrorists attacked the Russian president's motorcade, which also contained the First Lady. The terrorists used machine guns, a missile and a flamethrower, apparently purchased at one of the many Terrorist Depot stores in Southern California, but CTU thwarted the attack, and now the terrorists are threatening, for like the 300th time, to unleash the Fatal Deadly Lethal Toxic Nerve Gas Canisters of Death, which have been trucked all over Southern California and are currently on a VIP tour of Knott's Berry Farm. Jack Bauer was not involved in the thwarting because he was locked in a room with a bomb, which blew up and pretty much knocked down the building, but of course it did not in any way harm Jack.

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Posted by: oompa loompa | March 06, 2006 at 07:31 PM
OK, the fact that I don't actually watch 24 shouldnot preclude me from posting firston this thread, should it?
Posted by: TCK | March 06, 2006 at 07:32 PM
damn - I guess it should
Posted by: TCK | March 06, 2006 at 07:32 PM
Do the four way split screens count as a montage?
Posted by: CoastRaven | March 06, 2006 at 07:33 PM
fourth!?
Posted by: Fourth? | March 06, 2006 at 07:33 PM
Darn, I missed
Posted by: Fourth? | March 06, 2006 at 07:35 PM
Denizens of the Blog:
I don’t usually post on the 24 threads, as Mrs. Ford and I tape the show and watch it later. (Then we repair to the blog and laugh hysterically at Steve’s summaries.) But I thought you might be interested in the following. At the beginning of this season we thought it would be fun to start a “Protocol Pot.” Every time someone on 24 uses the word “protocol” one of us would throw a dollar into a jar. (It’s better than doing shooters; you do that and you’re comatose by the time the Toyota Think Big Truck Event commercial comes on.) We later added 50 cents for each mention of a “perimeter.” At the end of the season we would take all the money in the Protocol Pot and eat out somewhere nice.
As we approach the 12-hour point, I’ve checked the contents of the Protocol Pot. Holy cow, I think we’re gonna be able to have dinner in Paris.
Posted by: Ford79 | March 06, 2006 at 07:37 PM
I am a person with a number. What it is I don't know.
Shoot the dice in the thigh and get ready to rumber.
Posted by: Alfred | March 06, 2006 at 07:37 PM
We can only hope there'll be plenty more shootin' 'n explosions 'n stuff...'n mebbe finally a plot...just thinkin'...
Posted by: Billy Bob Peg Leg Pete, CPA | March 06, 2006 at 07:38 PM
I am in class learning about author visits to libraries. I can't leave. I'm counting on you all to keep me athigh of the goings-on.
Posted by: Jemmy | March 06, 2006 at 07:42 PM
You know, if you ALL met Dave at a given location, then proceeded to one of the local counselors, I'll just bet you could get one heck of a group discount!!
You are all in my prayers . . .
Posted by: Lmd33 | March 06, 2006 at 07:46 PM
I would tune in more often if just once in a while he would run some errands, groceries, dry cleaning, something. Or at least mow the lawn. Sheesh!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 06, 2006 at 07:49 PM
The backwards Seinfeld episode is on!! I love this one.
Er...24. Can't wait.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 07:50 PM
and you, dear Lmd33, are in ours. So don't be surprised if you develop shooting pains in an awkward area.
Posted by: The Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 07:50 PM
Good one, The Betsy.
Posted by: Jemmy | March 06, 2006 at 07:53 PM
Lmd33 - counseling is somethin' we do not need - we are all quite content in our insanity, thank you very much - we scoff at counseling - what we need is more beer
Posted by: TCK | March 06, 2006 at 07:53 PM
And maybe some chips, while you're up, Lmd33.
Posted by: Jemmy | March 06, 2006 at 07:55 PM
oh, and cheap parfait - so since your prayin' anyway, and if it's not too much trouble, maybe you could pray for that
Posted by: TCK | March 06, 2006 at 07:55 PM
Noooo...not Deco Drive! Anything but that! Bring back Skating with Fake Celebrities!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 07:57 PM
are we ready for twice the canister fun?
Posted by: homeybeef | March 06, 2006 at 07:58 PM
Wait a minute, Dave! I weep when somebody farts, too! Especially if I'm in the same room.
*snorks! and waves byebye to Ford79 and the Missus. just knows they're gonna love Paris in the springtime when it drizzles*
Posted by: Stupendous Man | March 06, 2006 at 07:58 PM
SOME graphic violence. How much is "SOME"???
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:00 PM
BLEEP! BLOOP! BLEEP! BLOOP!
JACK BAUER POWER HOUR! YAY!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:01 PM
The Tony is awake.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:02 PM
Yeah, let's go visit Soul Patch Tony. He'll know everything that's been going on today.
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:03 PM
25 comments before the show even starts eh?
Posted by: judi | March 06, 2006 at 08:05 PM
imagine being CTU Human Resources...
"I used to work here, but I got de-instated..."
"but then I got re-instated..., and then re-de-instated..."
"is my 401k in a flank 2 position?"
Posted by: jim | March 06, 2006 at 08:05 PM
Lmd33 - you are welcome to stay, just not in a way in which you are accustomed. Does your thigh hurt yet?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 06, 2006 at 08:05 PM
First Cleavage has a mustache!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Now they need the key card. Or did they need it before?
I don't know.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Here are the men with the funny different accents. It's a diversion, isn't it? The real bad guy is Marwan.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Samwise's Keycard!
Posted by: FleaBailey | March 06, 2006 at 08:06 PM
"Ma'am why would he do that?"
"Because he, he, he, he....."
Yeah???? We're waiting! he he he he WHAT????
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:07 PM
Looks like CTU is going to find one of those cannisters real soon eh?
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:07 PM
"It's my job to handle impossible situations..." Ahahahahahahaha. I love a guy with a backbone of snake.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:08 PM
DEPLOY!!
Posted by: random russian terrorist | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
Jack needs to go in alone!
What?!?!
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
Why does the guy talking to the Prez look like Dead eye dick chaney?
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
chloe has gotten less hot over the past 10 hours
Posted by: homeybeef | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
I am Chloe. I can hack into anything anywhere anytime. I am hot. I can kick your ass. You know, the next 24, kill Jack and let Chloe take over. Just saying.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
Jack: "Can you hack into his computer?"
Chloe: "I already did it."
Ha ha, Chloe Ascendant!
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:09 PM
Does Jack still have that magic invisible two-way hearing aid?
Posted by: Momanon | March 06, 2006 at 08:10 PM
Y'know, in 5 seasons...I think will Bill back in power, Jack has the most support in the field than he has ever had...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:10 PM
/i/i/i>
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:10 PM
Curtis is gonna interview the dead guys???!!!
Posted by: jim | March 06, 2006 at 08:10 PM
Tony know's she's dead. He just wants to make everyone feel bad.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:11 PM
Oh yeah, it's Phantom of the CTU Tony.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:11 PM
chloe is definitely positioning herself for a major promotion to Management
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:11 PM
looks like cheney got him...
Posted by: jim | March 06, 2006 at 08:12 PM
Tony really needs to find a new plastic surgeon...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:12 PM
God...their database is updated faster than anything in THIS world
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:13 PM
* Gasp * Wow that bomb just totally shredded her thigh o_o
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:13 PM
Why are we talking in italics? Are we whispering like Jack and CTU?
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:13 PM
I think it was that random russian terrorist guy. The bastards are now using HTML!
Posted by: Momanon | March 06, 2006 at 08:14 PM
because I don't know how to stop it, although I tried rather pathetically up there somewhere.
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:14 PM
Are you allowed to snork your husband?
*Snork, Ford79! Paris, here we come!
Posted by: Berk82 | March 06, 2006 at 08:15 PM
Sheesh.
*sigh*
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:15 PM
the terriost first stole our letter and are now making up talk in ital.....damn them
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:15 PM
Italics because things are really getting intense now...well, relatively speaking.
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:15 PM
Gauze is in.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:16 PM
Some flowers and candy might be nice
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:16 PM
I want a bandage on my ear too
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:16 PM
President Manilow won't stand for this!
Then again...he won't stand for anything...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:17 PM
20 posts infected with italics. Yes, that is good. For some reason, I think the blog looks better slanted
Posted by: Terrorist | March 06, 2006 at 08:17 PM
president manilow was on the local radio station here in LA this morning. Unfortunately they weren't taking phone calls or I would have asked about the whole getting to LAX via the 5 in under an hour... *sits back to wait for another 3 hours for 24*
Posted by: Mad "about weasel" scientist | March 06, 2006 at 08:18 PM
sorry, pres, 'my' and 'intelligence' are two words not permitted to come out of your mouth ini close proximity
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:18 PM
Prez is a big weasle butt
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:18 PM
Hey I did NOT turn the italics back on!!!!!
Posted by: Mad "about weasel" scientist | March 06, 2006 at 08:19 PM
Whew, I thought we were all suddenly talking in weird foreign accents or something.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:19 PM
My "sister" is in trouble...Yeah, right.
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:20 PM
"so then I got de-re-de-instated..."
"but that's ok, 'cause it got cleared..."
Posted by: jim | March 06, 2006 at 08:20 PM
Wow, hobbit-sis appears to have evolved from a ferret.
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:21 PM
Give me back my keycard back or I'll section 120 you. Whatever.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:21 PM
Edgar's showing his match to Chloe! And his blueprint!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:22 PM
an electrical blueprint, woohoo! Not a perimeter, not a protocol.
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:23 PM
the hobbit's sister looks like she arose from decaying crack in a trailer park
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:23 PM
I love that the centox has duct tape. That stuff works anywhere!
Posted by: Momanon | March 06, 2006 at 08:24 PM
Never going to trust a hospital intern again...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:24 PM
What is wrong here?
Betsy, I left you an important message on the other Jack Bauer thread.
Posted by: Eleanor, The | March 06, 2006 at 08:24 PM
That's it! The canisters will ITALICIZE your protocol!
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:24 PM
be nice to hobbit sister - crack hos need love too
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:24 PM
The GAME...I'm all over that!
Posted by: philintexas | March 06, 2006 at 08:25 PM
the game is only abot 7 hours long
Posted by: homeybeef | March 06, 2006 at 08:26 PM
Her name was Chloe, she was a cracker...
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 06, 2006 at 08:26 PM
Well, again tropichunt.com guy, you are the Jack Bauer of this blog. I promise to stop the attacks now, having infected 33 people total, including you. Back to your lives citizens!
Posted by: BadAccentTerroristBoss | March 06, 2006 at 08:27 PM
"We'll need your manager's approval to maintain your healthcare coverage...you know, in case you get shot in the thigh..."
"My manager is in holding...can I have the TAC Team sign off?..."
Posted by: jim | March 06, 2006 at 08:27 PM
Thanks, Al Michaels...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:27 PM
pssst, Random Russian Terrorist: FYI - I regret to inform you that TCK, without any special training, has figured out how to do strikethrough. (Note to TCK: For the sake of the blog's bandwidth, word on the street is that we're not supposed to do it or Judi will arrange to have you shot in the thigh.) I will now use my newly acquired de-italicizing powers for good and straighten up the blog.
Posted by: KDF, The girl who knows RRT's secret identity | March 06, 2006 at 08:28 PM
Hey! I've done that knife-in-the-fence trick when I was a kid...but just to get our ball back :P
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:28 PM
JackSack™ sighting!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | March 06, 2006 at 08:28 PM
El...even tho all those people WILL die, I'm somewhat encouraged by the fact that you have assured me that I'm once again? a criminal virgin
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:29 PM
Jack pulled a Buster Bluth.
Hardly anyone will get this, but I don't care.
Posted by: Sam G. | March 06, 2006 at 08:30 PM
Never mind, tropichunt.guy beat me to it while I was typing
Posted by: KDF, The | March 06, 2006 at 08:30 PM
Shoot her thigh, Jack!
Posted by: Glow | March 06, 2006 at 08:30 PM
Shoot her!!
Posted by: Antonio | March 06, 2006 at 08:30 PM
Jack needs to learn the secret word....please show me his computer.
Posted by: Kat | March 06, 2006 at 08:31 PM
"Hey Mariam, do you have any of that pie you used to make? Damn, that stuff was good."
Posted by: Dread Pirate Shermano | March 06, 2006 at 08:31 PM
jack has a purse
Posted by: Kathleen | March 06, 2006 at 08:31 PM
O_O Is he gonna do the stripped lamp cord trick to Miriam???
Posted by: bizrey | March 06, 2006 at 08:31 PM
Jack, Jack, Jack...what a wuss. and she has such juicy thighs, too.
Posted by: Betsy | March 06, 2006 at 08:31 PM