24
Here is where we stand:
We don't really know. We missed last week. But here's where we think we stand:
Lunatic Vice President Darth Boothe was going to launch a nuclear missile against a country that has not been named (although we have our suspicions). Fortunately President Gary Payton of Your World Champion Miami Heat emerged from his coma, which was indistinguishable from his acting, to restore sanity to the government by... launching the nuclear missile anyway. So basically we have a struggle for power at the highest level of the U.S. government between two insane homicidal nuclear maniacs, which is a good thing because the terrorists have totally dropped the ball since their one lone nuclear strike, which was months ago.
The current ranking terrorist submastermind that this blog is aware of is Fayed, who edged ahead of Gredenko last week when Gredenko took one for the terrorist team in the form of having his arm whacked off, although apparently the only part of this that the TV audience got to see was the severed arm, played by the late Wally Cox. Apparently Jack will be interrogating Fayed this evening, so we are hoping for some excitement there. We are also hoping for fewer and shorter bunker scenes, and no mention whatsoever of the 25th Amendment. "Less bunker, more Bauer," that is this blog's feeling.
Edgar is still dead.
VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISORY: We have been warned by a number of sources that something much worse than total worldwide nuclear devastation may occur tonight.
UPDATE: There is nothing happening at this time.
UPDATE: Whoa. House is on Prison Break. There must have been a major plot twist.
UPDATE: House just spat on a surgeon! I hope he also shows up in 24.
UPDATE: I just can't imagine Bill and Karen having sex.
UPDATE: Jack's interrogating somebody and THEY'RE NOT SHOWING IT!!! What is WRONG with these people?
UPDATE: Could this dialogue be any more wooden? Really, could it?
UPDATE: It was a trick missile. I knew we couldn't trust President Gary Payton of Your World Champion Miami Heat to be a homicidal lunatic.
UPDATE: Two words, Jack: (1) Power. (2) Tools.
UPDATE: They're in a kitchen! There's probably a fryer! Come on, show some initiative!
UPDATE: Who is General Habib again? Is he the Latest Terrorist Mastermind (LTM)?
UPPDATE: "We're all doing some learning today, aren't we sir." Blecccch.
UPDATE: I hope they remember to exchange insurance information.
UPDATE: How come sometimes the terrorists speak English to each other, and other times they do not? Hmm?
UPDATE: A fake! Good one!
UPDATE: See? Why are they all of a sudden speaking English?
UPDATE: No! Don't involve the president!
UPDATE: I keep hoping they'll slip up and name the country they're all talking about.
UPDATE: Milo is too jealous to be uplinking for Nadia.
UPDATE: I think they should let the viewers vote on the target.
UPDATE: Thanks for joining us, President GPOYWCMH!
UPDATE: A code! Those sneaky terrorist mastermind bastards!
UPDATE: Jack has a visual on the target vehicle and is going to engage.
UPDATE: "I'm on my way to you now." Thanks, Mister Screenwriter!
UPDATE: The Sanitation Truck of Nuclear Doom!
UPDATE: I hate the bunker.
UPDATE: That was a crunchy neck.
UPDATE: These terrorists are horrible shots.
UPDATE: Biting, headbutting AND a chain! AND "Say hello to your brother." THIS is why we watch this show.
UPDATE: UH-oh....
UPDATE: Our worst fears have been realized. Audrey AND the Dreaded Chinese Subplot.
UPDATE: Well, except for our worst fears being realized, it was a good episode. Much more Jack. Thanks for joining the blog tonight; stick around for The Amazing Steve.

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Mister President, please send a Wooden Dialogue warhead to Fayedistan. That'll scare Habibibibib.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | April 09, 2007 at 09:27 PM
On the Enterprise, we'd call those guys a "security detail"
Posted by: steve-o | April 09, 2007 at 09:27 PM
That's one speedy Ambassador. What did they do, beam him over?
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:27 PM
Your lips say "sit down," Mr. President, but your eyes say "sit on it."
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:28 PM
Eh, he'll be fine. At least, until he gets to do something dramatic, like collapsing through a plate glass window. Slumping against a desk isn't violent enough for this show.
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:28 PM
How did we go from haivng Pres Handbag in a coma/on his deathbed to being presidential with just a little ole bandaid on his neck in just a few short hours?????
Posted by: Jeannie | April 09, 2007 at 09:28 PM
Shut up woman! Where is your veil!
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:28 PM
We need more drugs for the President, STAT!
Posted by: Travis | April 09, 2007 at 09:28 PM
I like how Pres Palmer got blown up just hours ago and he has that Teeny, Tiny Wound (TTW?) on one cheek bone, but every once in a while he stumbles a little.
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:29 PM
I'm serious. We're dealing with an Oompa Loompa!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | April 09, 2007 at 09:29 PM
Okay.. Okay... how cool is this:
The last code I had to type in IN ORDER TO POST (a feature I could REALLY DO WITHOUT, DAVE!!!) was...
get this...
s7sv24
You see: Bauer is channeling through me here! "24"
Got to be significant!!!
or as significant as the show, at least...
Posted by: Ridley | April 09, 2007 at 09:29 PM
Geez that's an annoying ringtone . . . oh wait, it's the background music.
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:29 PM
The general doesn't speak ENGLISH??? Get him off the show! We don't want no furreners who don't speak the language.
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
By the looks of that guy, the country is probably called "Indiakistan".
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
Whoa!! You go, PPOYWCMH!!! (that's a lot longer than POTUS to write).
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
>>UPDATE: I keep hoping they'll slip up and name the country they're all talking about.
Dave, it's WhoGivesACrapistan.
Posted by: andy | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
*Snork* @ Oompa Loompa. He must've been eating the choco, tho. He's much bigger now.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
steve-o Gretchen - simul-Star-Trek posts! *drinks*
Posted by: Sooska | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
Okay Ridley, If it is the meds, please share.
Posted by: Jeannie | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
Do you have a bit of a problem? Shall I drink to that?
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:30 PM
Ridley, I think that's code asking you to write the 24 scripts from now on.
Please????
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:31 PM
OK when the bot is blocking Ridley we know that it's in league with Fayed.
Posted by: ArcticAl | April 09, 2007 at 09:31 PM
Milo, Nadia, could you save the lovers' quarrel for another time here while we deal with the ONGOING NUCLEAR FRICKIN' ATTACK!?!
Posted by: Wes S. | April 09, 2007 at 09:31 PM
When does Behrooz show up?
Posted by: Karl | April 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
Please tell me the General sounds like Apu from teh Simpsons
Posted by: Travis | April 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
*high five's Jeannie*
Ridley, you got meds? You'd best be sharin', Big Guy!
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
How is it I never heard of you?
Hmm. Sounds like "Where have you been all my life" to me!
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
Ffft, did they really need her to translate the word "general"?
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:32 PM
Check it out - the word for General in Arabic is "general." And yet, Nadia helpfully translated it.
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:33 PM
Travis - the General sounds like Apu from The Simpsons....
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:34 PM
It couldn't have been that easy, c'mon. Somethings gonna blow up. I mean, I hope!
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:34 PM
I gotta say this is awesome. I just wish I could watch along with you guys.
Posted by: Adonis | April 09, 2007 at 09:34 PM
So even if Fayed shoots the guys in the back of the truck, there's no way he can get to the driver's compartment..
Posted by: Otis Wildflower | April 09, 2007 at 09:34 PM
*zips in*
Wow, that Nadia is some translator. She actually translated what the General was about to say.
Hi Gretchen! Hi Suzy!
Are we drinkin' yet?
Posted by: WoosterGirl | April 09, 2007 at 09:34 PM
Ridley, we have repeatedly shot the bot in the thigh, but he keeps comin' back for more. When we had no bot; we had tons of spammers - YUCK!
I think the Pres is about to go down for the count.
Jeannie - Great minds, I guess.
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
What part of LOCK THE DOOR don't you understand?
Posted by: steve-o | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Ruh-Roh.
Posted by: Flounder | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Locking the door won't hide anything, since they are all TRANSPARENT, you doofus.
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Gary Payton was always a flopper. Wuss.
Posted by: Chris Webb | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Hmm...I sense the final checkout for Gary Payton...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Okay, the President kinda imploded.
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:35 PM
I just love the Frankenstein scar on PPOYWCMH's face. Do you suppose the Band-AidsTM on his neck conceal the bolts?
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
...And just when we need something to blow up, Wayne Allstate goes down...enter VP Darth Boothe, stage right.
Yippee!
Posted by: Wes S. | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
*snork*@ the Behrooz mention
Posted by: MJ | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
Always. And how'd you know my name was Gretchen?
Posted by: Adonis | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
I'd like to buy the world a pepsi beachball.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
Aaaaaaaand, President Paxton collapses down stage left, enter Looney Tunes Veep, stage right.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
You post the choices, Dave. We will vote.
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
BTW...Hi, Ridley! Thanks for joining the
frayfun!Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | April 09, 2007 at 09:36 PM
Damn, Andy - say it ain't so! Oh, wait. Nevermind.
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:37 PM
We will vote for Dave for President!!!
No question!
Posted by: Jeannie | April 09, 2007 at 09:37 PM
do we know what's wrong with gary payton?
Posted by: judi | April 09, 2007 at 09:37 PM
Ann - was that a deliberate double yawn (deserved) or was it just a contagious yawn? (the whole blog will catch it) either way....on point.
Posted by: Sooska | April 09, 2007 at 09:38 PM
Hmm. Quasi-invisible razor. Sounds like a murder weapon, Ridley.
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:38 PM
Dave, I vote to aim at the Wooden Dialogue Generator. Let's make it happen.
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:38 PM
Michael Jackson would be an excellent target. Also, O.J Simpson could use some comeuppance.
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:38 PM
I'm from PIttsburgh so I vote for Cleveland.
Posted by: Sooska | April 09, 2007 at 09:39 PM
ridley :) swwoooonnnn.
Posted by: judi | April 09, 2007 at 09:39 PM
Hi Woostergirl! I think Suzy's takin' the night off. Like the lions.
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:39 PM
judi, He got blown up a few hours ago, but it's only flesh wound.
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:39 PM
Well...so much for the great bluff...
Posted by: Wes S. | April 09, 2007 at 09:39 PM
Mom!! Ottawa--HELLO!!
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
The General wants a bagel and a schmeer?
Posted by: danceswithvowels | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
Security guards out first
Posted by: steve-o | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
See, Ridley? Look at the effect you have, even on JUDI THE MAGNIFICENT!
*blatant sucking sounds in the background*
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
Oh, stupid, stupid! He was speaking in code! Of course!
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
Better call Fayedscountrystan and have them kill the General and his family..
Posted by: Otis Wildflower | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
That's some fine swoonage Ridley. I mean, it's the Stealth Bloggerette after all.
Posted by: Adonis | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
Before you dress, duress.
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:40 PM
Okay, this plot has been slightly exciting so far.
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
Why does Jack always have to ask or demand EVERYthing twice with yelling on the 2nd? that must be Rule#2 of the WDG
Posted by: Sooska | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
"How long is it?"
That's a rather personal question...
Posted by: Otis Wildflower | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
*snork* @ Raz
Posted by: Deskdiva | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
Jack can't handle tunnels? He must be from Pittsburgh too!
Posted by: Ann | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
MEEP MEEP!
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | April 09, 2007 at 09:41 PM
...So, since the cargo compartment of the truck was seperate from the cab, how did Fayed whack the driver?
Posted by: Wes S. | April 09, 2007 at 09:42 PM
I am jealous of everyone who can see baseball tonight. Cleveland has been snowed out all weekend.
Let's not nuke Cleveland; I am too close to that one!
Posted by: Jessica R. | April 09, 2007 at 09:42 PM
"oh and fayed, that dead guy sends his regards"
Posted by: insomniac | April 09, 2007 at 09:42 PM
So Jack is playing hide and seek again, eh
Posted by: ArcticAl | April 09, 2007 at 09:42 PM
Someone here is from Pittsburgh?
Go Stillers!!
Posted by: WoosterGirl | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Oh Jack is gonna go it alone! He is going to die for certain!
Posted by: Bethie | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
The General: I am in a Flank 2 position!!
Posted by: Eponder | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Jack's ass is dragging
Posted by: steve-o | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
snork at otis
hang in there, jack. ha.
Posted by: judi | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Jack's pulling an Indiana Jones...sans whip!
Oooh, a phone call...from under a truck...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Sealed off the entire area... except to garbage trucks!
Posted by: CJrun | April 09, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Jack said "Damnit!" Everybody drink!
Posted by: Wes S. | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
"Sanitation Truck?"
Posted by: Captain Hank | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
I hate having to call people from the bottom of a truck. The connection is never good.
Posted by: Sam G. | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Hee, Jack's pulling another Indy maneuver. Doesn't he know he needs a bullwhip for that?
Posted by: Razumihin | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Nice inobtrusive vehicle Fayed selected. Guess he couldn't find a city bus.
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Jack's going all DeNiro on Fayed's ass....
And a DAMMIT!
Posted by: Zach Bauer | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Sorry Ann-Ottawa indeed. How about 2-4-1 and just blast Ontario and Ohio??
Posted by: Sooska | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Just track his cellphone signal.. Gawd..
Posted by: Otis Wildflower | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
This is where Jack needs his bullwhip.
Posted by: danceswithvowels | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Nice inobtrusive vehicle Fayed selected. Guess he couldn't find a city bus.
Posted by: Gretchen | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Did Jack say "Fayed" or "my head" is in a sanitation truck?
Cuz either would work.
Posted by: WoosterGirl | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM
and now he's driving the Garbage Truck of Doom!!
Posted by: insomniac | April 09, 2007 at 09:44 PM