24
Here are the schematics of the plot perimeter:
The highlight of last week's episode was the heartwarming moment between Jack and his dad, Farmer Hoggett, when FH made Jack kneel down at gunpoint, but decided -- The old softy! --not to shoot Jack in the back of his head. That's how you show true affection Bauer-family style: by not killing a fellow Bauer. I'm assuming Jack and his dad will meet again before this season is up, and that their father-son reunion will make The Texas Chainsaw Massacre look like Teletubbies.
Anyway, at the very end of last week, Farmer Hoggett left a phone for Jack, with instructions to call a certain number, and when Jack did, the person at the other end, in a totally unexpected plot twisteroo, was...
Anna Nicole Smith.
No, sorry, she is still deceased, and so is Edgar. The shocking twisteroo person at the other end was Disgraced Former President Complete Handbag, whom we used to hate but who now looks pretty good compared with our current leader, President Gary Payton of Your World Champion For Now Miami Heat, whose strategy for dealing with nuclear terrorists is apparently to put the entire nation into a drooling stupor by talking in measured tones.
In subplot action, the Ally McBeal Weenie, who looked like he was going to join the plot -- which this blog wholeheartedly supports -- to whack President Payton and replace him with Vice President Powers Boothe, decided instead to rat out the plotters, so he was clubbed with a flashlight in the bunker by Colonel Mustard, who... no, wait, sorry, he was clubbed by his treacherous aide Reed, but, tragically, does not appear to have been killed.
In the Morris-and-Chloe subplot, Morris is still down on himself for programming the suitnukes after being used as a human do-it-yourself project by the evil terrorist submastermind Fayed. Chloe still loves Morris because he did not metabolize his alcohol. (Chloe can tell, just by looking at you, what you have metabolized.)
The Walid-and-Sandra subplot has completely disappeared, which is fine with me. If the writers try to bring it back, I think the other characters should say to them, "Get out of here! You never had anything to do with the plot anyway!"
Anyway, the big question tonight is: What will ex-president Handbag tell Jack about Gredenko, the evil terrorist mastermind for now? Can Jack find the remaining bombs before they go off? Most important of all, will there be any sightings of ex-president Handbag's First Lady?
We will just have to wait and see. And while we are waiting, let us not forget to metabolize.
UPDATE: It is SO hard to get good terrorist submastermind help these days.
UPDATE: The bunker has Ominous Muzak.
UPDATE: PERIMETER!
UPDATE: "He reminds me of you... neither one of you can act."
UPDATE: "Hi! We're here to kill the president!" "OK, then!"
UPDATE: Duct tape!
UPDATE: "We're not cold-blooded murderers." Who WRITES this stuff?
UPDATE: Victoria's Secret has reinvented the bra... again.
UPDATE: Morris specificed the wrong slot assignment for the SIP adapter! If I had a nickel for every time I did that...
UPDATE: If somebody had drilled two inches into my shoulder with a 3/8" bit, I would not swing my arms the way Morris does when he walks.
UPDATE: Too much talking.
UPDATE: Snore.
UPDATE: A drone!
UPDATE: So, do we think the terrorists will put a suitnuke on the drone, and it will drone away for several tense episodes? Or what?
UPDATE: It takes THIRTY MINUTES to get a bomb ready?
UPDATE: There can be no question that the highlights of tonight's episode are being provided by Victoria's Secret.
UPDATE: "Don't be sarcastic! Your data merge is incomplete!"
UPDATE: The Morris subplot is getting so repetitive that they have to be setting us up for a shockeroo, right? Like he's a mole? Or he's the one who reinvented the bra?
UPDATE: They're clearing a ground corridor. That's like a perimeter, right?
UPDATE: YES! Chloe is NOT afraid to yank a man off the toilet.
UPDATE: Morris didn't wipe.
UPDATE: The old cough ruse.
UPDATE: Seriously, you put a three-inch piece of duct tape on my mouth, and I will have it off in seconds without using my hands.
UPDATE: OK, it just now occurred to the weenie to do that?
UPDATE: Summary: Not enough Jack. Way too much talking. One boom -- one lousy boom -- at the end. The clear action highlight was Chloe yanking Morris out of the toilet. And of course the reinvented bra, which seems to work well. We now await the amazing Steve, who should be writing the show, if you want this blog's opinion.

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He's coughing in morse code.
Posted by: Razumihin | February 26, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Thank god he washed his hands though.
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Oops sorry for the extratalics.
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
WHOA! Was Morris sitting on the potty?
Posted by: Leelu | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Cameron belongs on this 24 episode. Even though I love her.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Posted by: Jemmy | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Posted by: slyeyes | February 26, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Go Weasel Tom!!
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
Biscuit is toast.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
This boards perimeters have been invaded by italics!
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
Dangling italics on typepad!
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
". . . finishing the briefing?" or the breathing?
Posted by: JacksGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
"I'm almost done"
We know that wasn't Morris' line.
Posted by: slyeyes | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
Look, they're mini canisters!
Posted by: Sarah | February 26, 2007 at 09:45 PM
It's a highlighter...it's an explosive...it's a highlighter...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
is this a sharpie bomb?
Posted by: elastic | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
He's making a mustard-and-catchup bomb.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
Notice how they picked up on the two part liquid explosives for the bomb a la UK bombers.
Posted by: ArcticAl | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
6 --- 2 ----- uh ----3?
Posted by: jodi-o | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
6-2-4-Enter. Too hard! I'm under pressure here.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
I bet he can't do this.
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:46 PM
"Hello?...Hello?...Hello?..."
Posted by: Wes S. | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
hello? Hello?
Posted by: Hammond (Vote for Dave!) Rye | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Random comment that has nothing to do with anything:
OOOOOHHHHHH...who lives in a Pineapple under the sea...
Posted by: MJ | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Victoria Secret # 3
Posted by: Chad4359 | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
If the Apple iPhone were really that cool it's "Hello" commercial would have an "Annyong" in there.
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
oh, that's it, Chad will crumble like the cookie that he is, and Your President Gary Payton will live to jump-shot another day...
Posted by: mellio | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
You know, if only one person was writing this show, you could understand some cheesy dialoge slipping through, but dang! I bet they actually have several people agreeing on some of this lameness!
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
624....624....What was that number again? 642....462....Drat!
Posted by: WFNY | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
I thought the bra commercial was a hair commercial at first.
Posted by: Jemmy | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
BOOM is coming. Bye-bye Julian.
I love Apple and all but if I never hear the word Hello again it will be too soon for me!
Posted by: Kali.Amanda | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Okay well it's kinda sad that the most exciting part was Chloe storming the mens room and morris with his pants down. LOL
Posted by: WizzyPigabeth | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
I gotta get me one of those embraces....sooooo....dissstrrraaacccttteeedd...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Is that a challege, Dave?
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Apparently the number is 300.
Posted by: Aaronak | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
Oh, Lord, I mean "its." Bad night!
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:47 PM
So basically, they're still able to call 911. Brilliant.
Posted by: Razumihin | February 26, 2007 at 09:48 PM
Secret Embrace requires the ladies to fasten their seatbelts?
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:48 PM
I dunno. I think it sounded like DAve was speaking more from experience.
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:48 PM
Thus we make the Holy Tape Recorder of Antioch.
Posted by: Hammond (Vote for Dave!) Rye | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Real quote from Philly City Council-one conuncilwoman asks a councilman "are you finished?". He says "yes" She says "well wipe then."
Posted by: WayneHere | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
oops, add an "n" to challenge.
Got my first "bot" on that last one. A miracle!
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Have mercy on Marilyn!! She's MUCH nicer than Awwwdrey...
Posted by: Allen at Division | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Sorry I like real buttons on my phone. Fingerprints would drive me crazy. Thank god for my treo.
Posted by: Chad4359 | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Do we need to tell GMC that Presidents' Day 2007 is over?
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:49 PM
Annyong!
Posted by: Sam G. | February 26, 2007 at 09:50 PM
Ok, it's the last ten minutes of the show. There has to be shooting now.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:50 PM
So, the chick who does Bart Simpson's voice was Morris' former AA sponsor?!
Posted by: Homer | February 26, 2007 at 09:50 PM
Why wouldn't they make the number easy to remember, like the combination on President Screwb's luggage?
Posted by: Unrealious | February 26, 2007 at 09:50 PM
No way this yutz pulls it off.
Posted by: dantes | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
Sheesh. Everyone is sweating!
Posted by: Jemmy | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
Shoot him! He's sweating!
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
"Don't blurt out the conspiracy, don't blurt out the conspiracy . . . "
Posted by: Razumihin | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
Annyong Sam G.!!! I knew someone around here had to know what I was talking about.
So, is Weasel Chad going to wimp out?
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
OK, I'm a little disappointed in the Secret Service that they haven't connected the dots yet.
Posted by: slyeyes | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
choke! duh!
Posted by: mellio | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
Is it me, or does the bunker look like it was designed by the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy?
Has that been pointed out before?
Posted by: JacksGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:51 PM
Bet they kill the wrong guy!!
Posted by: jodi-o | February 26, 2007 at 09:52 PM
Yeah, because THAT wasn't suspicious.
Posted by: Sarah | February 26, 2007 at 09:52 PM
So who will get it? Wayne Allstate? Or Assad?
Posted by: Wes S. | February 26, 2007 at 09:52 PM
I love you, Julian.
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:53 PM
Behrooz will leap from the side of the stage and save everyone!
Posted by: MJ | February 26, 2007 at 09:53 PM
Better go get Weasel Tom, Weasel Reed.
Posted by: JacksGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:54 PM
Aaron would have figured it out by now!
Posted by: WFNY | February 26, 2007 at 09:54 PM
I think Tom is having a McGyver moment.
Posted by: slyeyes | February 26, 2007 at 09:54 PM
uh oh tom had an idea!
Posted by: WizzyPigabeth | February 26, 2007 at 09:54 PM
Sweaty Ally Weenie has an idea! Sweaty Ally weenie sounds an alarm! Sweaty Ally Weenie gets threatened!
Posted by: Jemmy | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
He hung himself with duct tape?
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
Tom felt his sweat was wearing off.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
More duct tape.
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
would the Marquis de Sade go for duct tape had he lived in this century?
Posted by: Kali.Amanda | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
"Really. The next time you try something, I'll shoot you. I mean it. Just one more time. Seriously."
Posted by: Razumihin | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
Hey, put that sidekick away, you're on the job!
Posted by: Sarah | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
Oh, good. A ticking clock.
Posted by: Aaronak | February 26, 2007 at 09:55 PM
uh-oh, stuff's dripping out of the bomb!
Posted by: pjaykc | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
Smart, Dr. Bashir!
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
YES, action...!
Posted by: Sarah | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
Well, that's going to look bad for the whole "Assad did it" angle.
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
The bomb was crying from being bored to tears.
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
Bomb. Yawn.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:56 PM
an explosion happened, but who is dead and who is not quite dead yet?
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:57 PM
An explosion, finally...but bah.
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 09:57 PM
I agree, bomb, yawn. All night for that!!
Posted by: jodi-o | February 26, 2007 at 09:57 PM
Wait, this is a double episode night? No wonder nothing's been happening.
Posted by: Jemmy | February 26, 2007 at 09:57 PM
58 minutes for Wayne peril........yawn
Posted by: WayneHere | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Do not text anything to anyone! Then they spam the hell out of you forever!!
Posted by: Beppie | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Reminder to self: Never sign on as President on 24.
Posted by: Jessica R. | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Citadel is down. I repeat, Citadel is down.
Good thing *Holy Handbag* is on his way.
Posted by: Kristy | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
*snork* at Beppie
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Total snoozer of an ep. Weenie bomb.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Stupid made in china recorders, never work when you want em to
Posted by: WizzyPigabeth | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
MJ's Final Thought:
Pretty much Zzzzzzz until the last 5-6 minutes.
Be good to yourself. And others.
Posted by: MJ | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Nope, Jemmy. Just another (barely) half-episode.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Weel, that was dull.
Just what were the viewers being advised against, again??
Posted by: OhioNora | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 PM
Beppie, *snork*
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 09:59 PM
Wow, they reinvented the bra 5 times tonight! Not that I can keep track with the distractions...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 09:59 PM
Yes. Some real counter-terrorism next week!
Posted by: dantes | February 26, 2007 at 10:00 PM
Another consolate story? Wooden Dialogue Generator, meet Plot Recycling Plant.
Posted by: Ann | February 26, 2007 at 10:00 PM
Oooooh, finger-lopping-off next week!
Posted by: WoosterGirl | February 26, 2007 at 10:00 PM
We know the Russains are spineless, now they'll be fingerless...cool!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | February 26, 2007 at 10:00 PM