24
In last week's episode as cooked up in the brain of The Amazing Steve, Jack and his fellow terrorist fighters wound up hanging with the cast of Star Trek, and Jack, using space-age weaponry, vaporized a terrorist's entire thigh. There were many other dramatic moments, including this one:
11:46 pm - Kirk says, “We have to go after them!” He opens his communicator, “Kirk to Enterprise! Beam me aboard!” A 2 by 4 materializes at Kirk’s feet. Kirk says, “That gets less funny every time they do that.”
In other plot highlights, Edgar is still dead.
We now turn you over to our regularly scheduled The Amazing Steve.
This SPECIAL EDITION of “24 – Two Days Later” has additional contributors. I’d like to thank Annie Where-but-here for the majority of commercials, Mike Weasel, and Mad Scientist Weasel for creating most of the pictures used for the web links in the story. I would also like to thank TropicHunt.com Guy for providing a pointer to one photo in particular from the massive TropicHunt.com archives.
So, why the special contributions for commercials and pictures for this edition? Read on and find out!
24 – Two Days Later – Hour 6
The following takes place between 12 midnight and 1 am
1:00 am – The man in the Ferrari looks very impatient. He keeps looking around, as if he expects someone to see them. Jack stands up, and walks to the Ferrari. He asks, “Who are you, and why should I get in this car?” The man says, “Didn’t they tell you anything? The name’s Sonny Crockett, I’m with Miami Vice. Now GET IN BEFORE SOMEONE STARTS SHOOTING!” Jack jumps into the car without opening the door first. They speed off.
As they speed off, loud music starts playing. Jack looks around and realize that the car itself is playing music as they drive.
Crockett continues, “What’s the matter? Haven’t you been briefed? Lt. Castillo must be losing his touch.”
Jack says, “Look, I’ve had a hard day, and I need to find my friends. We got separated.” Jack looks down at the Klingon knife he’s holding. “It’s been a weird day.” Jack looks up, and the sun is high in the sky. Jack looks at his watch, and according to it, it’s “1:00 am”. He says, “I don’t even know what the time really is.” Jack holds the knife up to examine the handle.
Crockett says, “Put that away.” He looks at his watch. “It’s 7:00pm. My regular partner is on vacation, and I’m supposed to be too. We’re running low on man power, and they asked me to fill in. We just have just make a routine stop. You’re just there to back me up in case something goes wrong.” They continue to drive. He tells Jack, “You sure dress funny. How long have you lived in South Florida? Don’t you know we have a dress code here?”
1:02 am – In a neighborhood somewhere in Miami, there’s a party going on in the back of someone’s home. Everyone is dressed in Miami style clothing, so there’s more than enough pink and turquoise to go around.
(Yes, that does describe nearly ALL of Miami, but in this particular case many famous authors are there. How famous? REALLY famous. So famous you wouldn’t believe it. Let’s put in this way: Shakespeare would be right at home… if he dressed in a white suit and pink shirt. You get the idea).
Some people dressed in black make their way along the side of the house, out of view of the people in the backyard. They come across an open window, and climb inside of the house.
1:04 am – Crockett turns onto a side street and parks the car in front of the very same house the men just broke into. He and Jack get out of the car, and walk up to the front door. Crockett rings the doorbell, but no one answers. They hear a party going on in the backyard, and walk around the back. They walk right by the window that the men just climbed through. One of the men watches as Crockett and Jack walk by. He turns and tells the rest of the men to hurry up. They bring a safe into the room, and start to climb out the window. They hand the safe through the window.
1:05 am – There are many people in the back yard, and various conversations are going on. One man says, “So, I walk in to the movie, and it turns out it wasn’t ‘Ghost Writer’ after all, it was ‘Ghost Rider’! What kind of writing movie is that?” The woman he’s talking to says, “Well, after Steve’s ‘Misery’, I’m not sure I WANT to see another movie about writers!”
Crockett seems to know where he’s going, so Jack just follows along. Crockett walks up to a man that’s dress remarkably like himself: White jacket, white pants, and turquoise t-shirt. Neither one of them seems to find this strange, or at least if they do, they’re not letting on. Crockett holds up a badge and says, “Excuse me, are you Dave Barry?”
The man turns and says, “Yes. Can I help you?”
Crockett says, “Mr. Barry, as you know…”
A woman in another part of the yard interrupts by tapping on a glass, and says, “Excuse me! Excuse me, everyone! I’d like to propose a toast! We’re all here to help Dave celebrate his birthday, and to help celebrate his new book, ‘Dave Barry Turns MUCH, MUCH older than 50’. I think Dave deserves a round of applause. Be sure and clap loudly so he’ll be able to hear it.”
1:08 am - Everyone starts to clap, and the woman goes into the house. She comes back with a group of women holding a birthday cake. People start to sing “Happy Birthday”, when there’s a loud crash from inside the house. A few of the guests run inside, along with Dave to investigate what happened. At first everyone thinks it was just a stack of cartons for all the candles they used for the cake, but they realize that the front door is open. Dave rushes into his office, and immediately runs back out. He yells, “Someone stole the safe!”
1:09 am – Crockett grabs a nearby telephone, and dials. “This is Crockett. I have a break-in and theft to report!”
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1:14 am – Several police cars are parked in the front of the house, while officers in the backyard mill around trying to get autographs from the authors. While this is going on, Jack tells Crockett, “Look, I’ve been chasing some dangerous terrorists...”
Crockett gets excited, “Wait! Are these guys part of a dangerous South American drug cartel?” Jack tells him they aren’t. Crockett snaps his fingers, “Oh, man! Too bad! I love chasing after guys that work for dangerous South American drug cartels!”
Jack says, “Listen to me. I’ve been chasing dangerous terrorists, and they keep showing up every place I go…”
Crockett interrupts again, “Well, where have you been?”
Jack says, “Well, less than half an hour ago, I was aboard a space ship….”
Crockett rolls his eyes, “Ooookay then….”
Jack starts to get irritated, “That doesn’t matter! Will you just listen?? These guys are after something in each of the places I’ve been so far. I think that whatever is in that safe is part of what they want to get!”
Crockett says, “You might be right. You know, we should probably talk to Mr. Barry to find out what’s in that safe.”
1:17 am – Crockett finds Dave, who is inside the house, talking to a police officer who is questioning him. Dave says, “Look, it’s NOT a weapon. It’s an oosik. His name is Walter! Look! He even has a tie!”
Crockett says, “Excuse me officer, we have to question Mr. Barry”. The officer leaves with Walter. Crockett continues, “Do you have any idea why someone would want to steal that safe?”
Dave says, “My guess it’s just some people that want a leg up on the Herald Hunt. They’re always searching around for clues. Tom and I had been working on a special clue for this year’s Hunt, and I kept the secret design for it locked in the safe.”
Jack asks, “Herald Hunt? I went to that last year! Wait… a secret design? What secret design?”
Dave continues, “Look, if they really are after the design, we have to get to the warehouse. If they were able to break into the safe, chances are pretty good that’s where they’re headed.” Dave looks at Jack and says, “You know, you look vaguely familiar… Have you been on TV?”
Crockett says, “Mr. Barry, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me to the warehouse to see if everything is OK.” Crockett turns to Jack and says, “Go with this officer. He’ll get you there.” Crockett tells an officer to take Jack to the warehouse so they can investigate. Crockett and Dave leave in the Ferrari.
1:20 am – The police car drives down the street. Jack catches glimpses of the ocean while he sits impatiently in the front seat. He tries to make small talk with the officer that’s driving. “So, how many perimeters have you set up this week?” Before the officer has a chance to answer, Jack yells, “PULL OVER NOW!”
1:21 am – The police officer is so taken aback that he slams on the brakes, nearly causing an accident. The car stops in front of some people, and it’s Chloe, Morris and Bill! Chloe yells, “JACK!” and runs up to give him a hug. Bill asks, “Where have you been? We were just down the street from you when a Ferrari drove up and drove off with you! We were wondering how we were going to find you.”
1:22 am – Jack explains that they all have to head to a warehouse. Morris says, “A warehouse? ANOTHER warehouse?” Jack tells him that this time it’s not a criminal mastermind warehouse; it’s just a plain warehouse. Morris mutters, “Somehow I doubt that.” They all get into the police car and leave.
1:23 am – While they’re driving, Jack says, “Chloe, take a look at this.” He pulls the knife from his waist and hands it to her. Chloe asks where he got it from, and Jack says, “Well, that’s the thing… I got it from about the captain of that Klingon battle cruiser.”
Chloe looks at it carefully and finally says, “With all that bouncing around we’ve been doing, it hadn’t occurred to me that we could actually take things from those places with us. Did you bring anything else?”
Jack thinks for a moment, opens his satchel, looks through it and finally pulls out the phaser. He says, “I wonder if this still works?” Everyone in the back seat ducks, and Bill asks, “Will you just put that away?”
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1:28 am – The police car arrives at a very, very large warehouse. Crockett’s white Ferrari is parked underneath a sign that reads, “Not The Herald Hunt Staging Warehouse”. Dave and Crockett are waiting underneath the sign. Dave says that what they’ve been working on is near the back of the warehouse. He makes them all swear never to reveal the password. They agree. Dave leans over to the lock, which has a microphone attached to a picture of bum in a bus terminal. He says, “The password is ‘Booger’”. The lock unlocks itself, and they all enter the warehouse.
1:29 am – The warehouse is filled with many items from previous Hunt years. As they walk through further inside, they pass a pair of giant dice, stacks of paper with submarines printed on them, mouse costumes, a giant balloon of King Kong, stacks of Tropic Magazines, a giant #13 pool ball, and much more. As they get closer to the middle of the warehouse the rest is completely cleared, except for a huge black curtain about 200 yards away from them. Dave points to a black curtain, “That’s what we’ve been working on.”
Morris says, “You’ve been working on a black curtain?”
1:30 am – They hear the noise of an engine starting. A second later a black semi tractor trailer comes barreling out from behind the curtain, headed right for them. The group parts into two as they each dive to the side to avoid being hit by the truck. Jack pulls out his phaser and shoots. The phaser is slightly misaligned because instead of hitting the truck Jack hits the King Kong balloon and vaporizes it. The truck heads straight for the warehouse doors and breaks through them. Everyone goes running after it, and as they reach the entrance, they see the truck head out onto the street. Crockett runs to his car, and calls for backup and a helicopter. Jack tries to straighten out the phaser for another shot, but can’t do it in time.
1:31 am – Dave says, “Oh, this is bad… This is really bad.”
Chloe asks, “’Bad’ as in ‘Oh no, my plant died’ bad, or …?”
Dave says, “’Bad’ as in ‘Someone just stole a specially-designed-possibly-dangerous-secret-experimental-truck’ bad”.
Jack turns to Crockett and says, “I’m going to have to take it from here.”
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He looks around for a potential customer, and sees.... Dave Barry!
Announcer: Sir! Can you come here a moment!
Dave: Hi!
Announcer: We're asking seniors what they think of Denture Glue!
Dave: Wait....what?
Announcer: We're asking what it's like to use Denture Glue!
Dave: Dentures? Me? I just turned 60!
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Dave: What?! How old are you?
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Dave: Uh.... I have to go...
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AND NOW BACK TO OUR SHOW!
1:35 am – The helicopter Crockett called takes off with everyone aboard. The helicopter is pretty big, but it’s still cramped. The doors on either side of the helicopter are open to the air. Everyone is wearing headsets so they can hear each other.
Crockett tells Jack that it’s pretty likely the person in the truck is going to head to I-95 to try and get away. Jack tells the helicopter pilot to head to I-95. Dave tells Jack, “There’s a special device built into the truck. It uses technology that’s on loan from the University of Miami, and we really need to get it back.”
Morris asks, “What does it do?”
Dave replies, “I can’t tell you because I’m sworn to secrecy because of the Hunt, but I can tell you we’re going to need to be careful.”
1:36 am – The helicopter flies to I-95. Crockett looks out onto the highway, and says, “It looks like a lot of crazy driving down there. People speeding and guns going off! It looks like a normal day on I-95! Keep going!”
1:37 am – Everyone is trying to keep an eye out for the truck, while at the same time trying not to fall out of the helicopter. Dave spots the truck as it’s zigzagging between the other cars on the road. Jack tells the pilot to fly lower.
1:38 am –The helicopter starts to descend towards truck, and Jack gets into position. Jack tells Bill, “I plan on jumping on to the roof, swing around the passenger side, smash through the window, shoot the driver and take over the truck.”
Dave’s eyes grow wide, “Plan? That’s a PLAN?”
Jack looks at Dave, and says, “Trust me.” Jack jumps from the helicopter.
1:39 am – Jack lands on the roof of the truck. The man inside of it swerves to try to make Jack fall off, but Jack hangs on. The man pulls out a gun, and shoots through the roof, but he misses Jack completely. Jack moves to the passenger’s side and grabs a silver rail on the roof just as the man inside the cab of the truck presses a button marked “Do Not Press Under ANY Circumstances”.
1:42 am – Still traveling at top speed, the truck’s front end lifts so that the front tires are off the road. At the same time, the cab of the truck moves higher into the air. Parts of the side of the semi start to move, slide and rotate around until it doesn’t so much resemble a truck any more…. It has turned into a giant squirrel! The giant robot squirrel continues to run down the road smashing cars out of the way. Jack hangs onto what was once the cab of the truck, but has now turned into the head of the robotic squirrel. They continue speeding down the expressway.
1:44 am – Everyone in the helicopter turns to Dave, who shrugs. He says, “Hey! We needed something new for the Herald Hunt, and a big rig that transformed into a giant squirrel sounded like a good idea at the time! I didn’t know THIS was going to happen!”
1:46 am – Bill yells, “We have to get Jack out of there! He’s going to be killed!” Chloe punches him in the arm and reminds him that since they’re all wearing headsets that he doesn’t have to yell. Crockett tells the pilot to lower the helicopter so they can grab Jack. Morris finds a rope ladder and throws it over the side. Chloe smacks Morris, tell him, “You have to ATTACH the rope ladder to the helicopter before you throw it over board!”
1:48 am – Jack is having trouble hanging onto the squirrel and slides down from its head to its shoulder before catching himself. Despite the fact that a giant robotic squirrel is running down I-95 few, if any, of the other drivers on the road seem to be disturbed by seeing it. In fact, there are cars tailgating the squirrel, honking their horns, and making obscene gestures in a vain attempt to get the robot to move into a slower lane.
1:50 am – Several news crew helicopters are now flying nearby, but keeping their distance. Crockett’s helicopter moves lower towards Jack to stay close in case something happens. Jack pulls out the knife he was carrying, and drives it into the metal shoulder of the robot. Jack uses the knife as a foothold to climb closer to the head of the robot. The man controlling the robot uses the controls to move its arms in an attempt throw Jack off, but the robot’s arms swing and hit the helicopter instead.
The helicopter lurches to the left and everyone tries to hang on while equipment falls out of the side of the helicopter. Everyone is able to grab onto something except Dave, who goes over the side! Chloe screams!
1:52 am – Jack hears the scream and looks up to see Dave hanging on to one of the helicopter’s skids. Dave loses his grip and lands on the squirrel’s back. He grabs some wires to hang on. Jack gets closer to the head of the robot and pulls out his phaser.
1:53 am - Jack opens the door to see man controlling the robot. The man looks pretty surprised and reaches for his gun. Jack shoots and vaporizes the man AND the driver’s side door of the cab. The robot lurches and starts moving completely out of control. Jack loses his grip on the door and is throw off the squirrel, and into the median.
1:53 am – Chloe yells something to Dave, but he’s too busy trying to climb up the robot. Dave grabs the knife Jack left in the squirrel’s back and is able to pull himself up the robot’s shoulder. He grabs for a seatbelt that’s swinging outside of the passenger side door, and after two tries catches it.
1:54 am – Dave pulls himself up, and climbs into the cab where the control panel is. He presses a few buttons, and the robot starts to slow down. It finally comes to a halt in the left lane of the expressway.
1:55 am – The helicopter lands in the median, and news crews are filming Dave as he climbs out of the squirrel and stands on it’s shoulder. Morris, Bill and Chloe get out of the helicopter and run back to check on Jack.. Several other police cars arrive on the scene. Chloe, Morris and Bill reach Jack, who tells them that except for a few scrapes, he’s fine. Crockett climbs onto the squirrel.
1:57 am – Crockett climbs on to the squirrel to reach Dave. Crockett pulls out a piece of paper, points to it and says, “Mr. Barry, I know you’re turning 60 tomorrow. Under Florida law, that earns a visit from a member of law enforcement to remind you of your duties as a senior citizen.”
“Now, ordinarily when you turn sixty, you’re automatically required to do the following: You have to turn in your car for a white Cadillac, which you’re required to drive with five other people at all times; You’re required to have the driver’s side seat lowered so you can barely see over the steering wheel; You have to be on the road by 7 am to slowly driver around town to prevent other people from getting to work; You’re required to eat dinner at 4:30 pm; Your belt has to be raised so it rests in the middle of your chest; You will be given a metal detector which you must use daily on the beach.”
He continues, “Now, you’ll note that I said ‘ordinarily’. I think that from what we’ve all witnessed here today, you’ve proven that capable of a lot more than the average person. I’m going to recommend we make you exempt from this law. Maybe we’ll talk about it in another twenty years.”
Crockett receives a phone call. It’s Lt. Castillo, and he’s mad. Crockett says, “What do you mean I didn’t pick up my contact from AARP? I’ve had him with me the whole time! He helped disable the robot! What? If that’s not him, who did I pick up??”
There’s a bright flash, and when Dave and Crockett turn to see what happened, Chloe, Morris, Bill and Jack are gone.
1:59 am – Chloe, Morris, Bill and Jack are now standing in from of a large, very old, mansion.
2:00 am – Time’s up!
If you read this far and DIDN’T know that it’s Dave Barry’s birthday on July 3rd, you do now.
Happy 60th Birthday, Dave!
Posted by: Steve (The 24 Guy) | July 02, 2007 at 09:02 PM
Damn...I mean....damn....wow...Great job, Steve! 8)
HAPPY
BIRTHBEERTHDAY DAVE!Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | July 02, 2007 at 09:09 PM
Wow! Happy Birfday, Dave - watch out for those British... Well, from the looks of the news here at the blog lately - anything British...
Posted by: Kathybear | July 02, 2007 at 09:24 PM
Awesome, Amazing Steve. Thanks for sharing your space with me.
Happy Birthday, Dave - if I grow up, I wanna be just like you. Kinda.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 09:28 PM
Nice Steve. I should've tuned in earlier (not to the show, to your recaps)
Oh, and I'd been worried that the new Indiana Jones may not be that good, given Harrison Ford's um...age. After seeing what the mighty Dave is capable of...will you play Indiana Dave?
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 09:30 PM
Happy Birthday, Dave, from Tim-the-Gartner-Conf-Guy. Many more.
And, to the Amazing Steve, for his beer-altering reality.
Posted by: Tim the Gartner Guy | July 02, 2007 at 09:32 PM
tbrfkaMatt - how about 'Sandusky Dave & the Oosik of Doom'?
I forgot(har!) to mention that in England, this week is Alzheimer's Awareness Week. ISIANMTU.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 09:33 PM
Happy Birthday, Dave!
Steve, great job as usual. And Tropic: loved the Miami Vice parody cover with Dave as Crockett. Was that you as Tubbs?
Posted by: Wes S. | July 02, 2007 at 09:54 PM
Wes: HA! I wish. That's co-Hunt-mastermind Tom Shroder.
If you look here, you should be able to tell the difference between me, Tom and Dave.
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | July 02, 2007 at 09:59 PM
There's no way I'm going to read this whole thread. I will tell you that I bought a round for the girls on the other side of the bar. And one of them them bit me. In the neck. I'm actually bleeding, I think she's a vampire. I think I like it, but I'll half to bag the laptop to finish this story. G'nite....
Posted by: CJrun | July 02, 2007 at 10:02 PM
Um. CJ? Got pics?
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:07 PM
CJ's vampire babes.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 10:10 PM
Annie, was that revenge for my link on the last thread?
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:15 PM
excellent, amazing steve! that was fantastic! i especially loved the ads but all of it was terrific.
and happy birthday, dave!
Posted by: judi | July 02, 2007 at 10:19 PM
judi!!! We love you too. But give Dave ... a mighty flatulent gift from (s)all of us me.
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:23 PM
ex-Matt - sure. And for whatever else you've done lately. I figure you're overdoodoo for punnishment.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 10:23 PM
that should be
all of usPosted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:25 PM
Who me?
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:25 PM
wait, does that mean I get a spankin'?
*goofy grin*
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:26 PM
Thanks everyone! I think Annie and the Mads did a great job!!
Posted by: Steve (The 24 Guy) | July 02, 2007 at 10:28 PM
Absolutely outstanding, Steve, Annie, and the Weasels! I'd pay some big bucks to see that episode on the screen!
Posted by: Just Ducky | July 02, 2007 at 10:30 PM
Thanks, Steve. It was fun working with you. You're much taller than I remember. But that may be the high heels you were wearing.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 10:34 PM
It was probably the font I was e-mailing with. It makes me look taller.
Posted by: Steve (The 24 Guy) | July 02, 2007 at 10:40 PM
Of course - Sans Sandals.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 02, 2007 at 10:42 PM
OMG!!! L!O!L! ...
Tnx muchly Steve, and Happy B-day, Dave ... you young whippersnapper ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) (who is older than Dave) | July 02, 2007 at 10:42 PM
*SNORK*
from the guy younger than all but maybe Edgar
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 02, 2007 at 10:46 PM
Steve and Annie?? I will say this much..even before I finish reading...INCREDIBLE!!!
*back to reading*
Posted by: Siouxie | July 02, 2007 at 11:07 PM
What Siouxie said above Steve! Back shortly....
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 02, 2007 at 11:38 PM
BTW DAVE??? I'M YELLING IN CASE YOU DON'T HEAR TOO GOOD.
Having seen you up close many times, I must say that you don't look a day over
59 54 50 47 45uh..WAY younger than Keith.Posted by: Siouxie | July 02, 2007 at 11:41 PM
Hey, Doc, Sooz! How's your night?
*runs up to read*
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 02, 2007 at 11:42 PM
I'm ready for bed now and even though it's 13 mins before the BIG bday, I'll pretend it's midnight and sent my hugs and good wishes to Mr. Blog! Many happy days ahead and most of all ...joy.
BOOGERS!!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 02, 2007 at 11:49 PM
Ya know, vacation kinda starts to be a good thing if you let it. That being said.....WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 02, 2007 at 11:54 PM
Annie - if you're still out there, email me, wouldya? I have a question for you.
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 02, 2007 at 11:58 PM
Steve - you rock like Gibralter.
Annie - you're brilliant. As always. :-)
I loved every minute of it. Yep, every single, snarky, hilarious minute of it. And all the commercials for once, too!!!
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 12:01 AM
I cannot possibly read Steve's amazing rendition tonight. But I can surely do it tomorrow while I have nothing else to do at work. That being said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE! If my clocks are anywhere near right (which would truly be amazing), I'll be the FIRST!
Posted by: ubetcha | July 03, 2007 at 12:01 AM
*slinks off to bed tee-heeing and wishing she had something funny to say for once*
Posted by: ubetcha | July 03, 2007 at 12:04 AM
Hah! Good job, everyone.
*cricket, cricket*
Looks like everyone's off to bed. Good night!
*sets up blog-coffee pot hoping that I remember correctly - 1 scoops per cup, IIRC - and puts the half-gross of cinnamon rolls in the easy-bake timer oven and lays 60 candles and two lighters on the table*
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 12:35 AM
*thanks God Scott took over for myself and Mert*
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 03, 2007 at 12:42 AM
off to bed...nah....
Posted by: The blog reader formerly known as Matt | July 03, 2007 at 12:42 AM
*slaps Doc's and ex-Matt's hands*
Ah, ah, ah! The rolls are for Dave's birthday.
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 12:51 AM
Hey, Scott! Not all of us are gone. :-)
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 12:53 AM
Oh! Hi, DD. Didn't see you there in the hot tub. (You were in the hot tub, weren't you?)
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 01:03 AM
Ok Scott! I will stay off the rolls. I have the hidden key to the liqour cabinet right here.....
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 03, 2007 at 01:05 AM
Liquor's fine, Doc, and plenty of good beer in the good beer fridge. The other one has Miller, Bud, and Coors (soft "c").
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 01:07 AM
As always, Scott, my boy!
*psst, Doc! If the key's right here, it ain't hidden! Just sayin'.*
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 01:08 AM
CANNONBALL! into the blogtub, o' course.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 01:08 AM
*dips toe carefully into the blogtub and is splashed by Med's cannonball*
I guess I'll get in, too!
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 01:16 AM
*sits between Med and Diva*
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 01:20 AM
I already had the back up key Diva! But since you asked nice
Posted by: Doc Rick | July 03, 2007 at 01:25 AM
I'm sorry, did I splash hot tub agua into your laptop? Or are you having a "private moment?"
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 01:41 AM
Ain't no private moments 'round here, Med.
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 01:45 AM
Oh, and not the first, last or middle, but Happy Birthday, Dave!
Wow..... you are 60? Really? My Dad is 61. No, not kidding. You look Gggoooooodddd, babe. 60? You're sh!tting me! No way you're 20 years older than me. So, that means, you're old enough to be my Dad and Elon's Granddad? God
helpbless you.Are you sure this isn't more disinformation by the obviously one-sided, jaded, bought and paid for media? That's my story. I'm stickin' to it, like w3sson oil. ;)
Happy B-day. Catch a terrorist and don't blow up.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 01:48 AM
I now know why you are called The Amazing Steve, The Amazing Steve.
Posted by: rebekah | July 03, 2007 at 01:49 AM
Leave the keys to the blog with judi just in case, dude. And carpe diem.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 01:49 AM
gauisus natalis, Dave. In latin, which was the language when you were born, was it not? ;)
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:07 AM
*snork*@Med
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:09 AM
I have the playground all to myself.... don't have to share the swing set, the merry go round, or the slide, but the teeter totter isn't working out so well.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:09 AM
Simul with Scott. Hmmmm.... I appreciate the snork, but get off MY SLIDE! Wanna teeter totter over the edge of old age? ;)
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:19 AM
Happy Birthday Dave!!! I have a batch of special blog butter waiting for you with exploding confetti!
-The Weasel's
Posted by: Mike Weasel | July 03, 2007 at 02:19 AM
Med/Scott - I'm still here. Just basking in the warmth of the tub. :)
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 02:20 AM
Sorry 'bout that Med. I was sitting on the other end of the teeter-totter. That's why it's not working so well.
*jumps back into the hot tub w/Diva*
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:23 AM
Did I mention that you are the one hanging over the chasm of bottomless old age? Plaid bermudas with gawdy,
bluehawaiian shirts, donald tramps' toupee, and a lot of ear/nose hair included. ;)Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:24 AM
Blog butter with exploding confetti!?! Oh, my! Look at the time. I shall have to leave now. Good night everybody!
*edges out, away from the the blog butter on the counter*
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:26 AM
*hangs head* Yes, Med, but I'm not turning 60 for... Wait, were you talking to Dave?
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:27 AM
Mr. Weasel, dear, are you not a distant cousin of the squirrel? The Blog despises squirrels.
You may want to take cover. Some of the bloglits are packin'. Just sayin'.
RUN FOR COVER, DUDE!
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:28 AM
Mais, oui, Scott. I am "reefering" to our beloved blog, who
rememberslived the sixties. ;)Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:30 AM
I was gonna say! I mean, I don't have a toupee.
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:31 AM
Oh, sorry, Mr. Blog is headed for the motherland. So, spot on. How's your wicket?
I hope Dave gets to rub shoulders with Andy (no, not the tropic hunt) Roddick! Nothing personal. ;)
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:34 AM
Dad, can you introduce me? Plllleeeaaassseeee.......
(Dave is going to block me from the blog if I don't control my smart mouth! Or worse, judi!!!!) :)
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:36 AM
No, I promise!!!! I will keep the buffalo penny between my knees! Really. really. no, reallly, reallllly, reallllly.
Maybe.
Not.
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:38 AM
"Buffalo penny"? Is that what they call it nowadays? I just can't keep up with the new jargon.
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:40 AM
Just for one night?
Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:41 AM
Just for one night?
Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:41 AM
Oh, all right, Med. You have my permission. I
lovehate seeing a grown woman beg.Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:45 AM
Okay, tomorrow's spam just landed in my lap.
And while it's not as hateful as last week's spam leftovers, it is a sign from the Blogmeister, to sign off and
shareleave the playgroundwith the less fortunatebefore I get a black eye.Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:46 AM
Love, kisses, prayers. And may God bless you, those you love, and all those who love those you love.
Can you tell I miss my kids and prayertime? Just call me June (Cleaver who wants to teach Andy Roddick the meaning of "man")!
Posted by: Meditrina | July 03, 2007 at 02:49 AM
*growl* Who's trying to scare you off, Med?
Aye, but it is getting late so I'll say goodnight, too.
Posted by: ScottMGS | July 03, 2007 at 02:50 AM
Ah, well.
*sings to her shadow*
There's no one in the place, except you and me....
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 03:12 AM
This milestone cake calls for 60 flaming car bombs.
Inhaaaaaaaale deeeeeeeeeeeply.
Posted by: Appletonian | July 03, 2007 at 03:51 AM
Hey, Apple - you're in late.
Posted by: Jack Bauer | July 03, 2007 at 03:55 AM
DeskDiva, are you gonna pop up outa Dave's cake and do your breathy imitation of Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday to You"?
Or do you need a few more shots of liquid persuasion?
Posted by: Appletonian | July 03, 2007 at 03:56 AM
Jack, England swings like a pendulum do. The rotation of the earth has been reversed. Dave's about 8 hours behind me now.
Posted by: Appletonian | July 03, 2007 at 03:58 AM
Oops - carried the Jack back from the next thread. *sigh*
If Dave needs any cake poppin', I'm your girl! Unless Mrs. Blog is present in which case y'all just cut the cake and eat around me.
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 04:06 AM
Night, folks!
Posted by: DeskDiva | July 03, 2007 at 04:07 AM
"Oops - carried the Jack back from the next thread." *sigh*
************
You go back / Jack / Do it again.
Posted by: Appletonian | July 03, 2007 at 04:17 AM
YAY! The girls (and the boys) made it into a 24 commercial!!
But, are we the "before" people????
Hmmmmmmmmmm...........
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 03, 2007 at 08:39 AM
awesome job, as always, steve.
Posted by: crossgirl | July 03, 2007 at 09:41 AM
Steve, excellent again.
I totally snorked my coffee at: “So, how many perimeters have you set up this week?”
Posted by: Leetie | July 03, 2007 at 10:33 AM
"Wow..... you are 60? Really? My Dad is 61."
Med, on Dave's behalf let me say...you really know how to make a guy feel good.
Posted by: SW | July 03, 2007 at 10:34 AM
Steve, as usual, you amaze me! I just finished and it was THE BOMB! (ok ...Jack don't come shoot me in the thigh now, it's just an expression!)
Annie, the commercials were hysterical!!
Weasels - links/pics were great!
GREAT job to all!!
Posted by: Siouxie | July 03, 2007 at 10:48 AM
*zips in*™
EXCELLENT!!
Kudos to everyone who helped make this so special!!!
And to Dave, the reason for it all!
*smooch*
Posted by: Eleanor | July 03, 2007 at 11:05 AM
Hey all!
I've been so angry about S6 of 24....I went into hiding for a while.
Steve, LOVE the way the "day" is shaping up!
I'm also here to kindly ask/demand an X-Files cameo.
Posted by: MJ | July 03, 2007 at 11:17 AM
Another awesome episode, Steve!
Posted by: Tori Lennox | July 03, 2007 at 12:02 PM
Dave! Happy Birthday and a case of metamucil!
Nice to have you joining me in the coolest decade...
Another old codger,
Cecil
Posted by: Cecil Rose | July 03, 2007 at 12:10 PM
Hee hee!!! (¡Féliz cumpleaños, Dave!)
Steve, Annie, Mike: outstanding entertainment. Emmys and Clios for everybody!
Posted by: Kali.Amanda | July 03, 2007 at 12:43 PM
Excellent job, Steve, Mad, Mikey, and Annie! Another classic!
Posted by: Ms. Nomer | July 03, 2007 at 01:18 PM
Thanks Ms. Nomer! *smooches*
Med- Dave barry thinks Weasel is on of the funniest words and uses it frequently. There are several columns about this. So I'm positive Dave will not be shooting any weasels and neither will most of the bloglits.
Posted by: Mad Scientist Weasel | July 03, 2007 at 01:58 PM
Med ... I, personally, have met the Weasel (and his Bride, Mad) ... trust me ... NEbuddy wantin' to give 'em grief hasta go thru me ... um ... mebbe that's not the best metaphor ... um ... yeah ... leave Mike alone (with Mad) and ... fergit I mentioned the rest of this part ... um ... yeah ... nevermind ...
Posted by: OtheU(manity) (who is older than Dave) | July 03, 2007 at 02:25 PM
Ah, Dave - you don't look a day over 59.
No, I'm kidding. You have a lot to look forward to! After all, my dad is 79, and he enjoys a full life of falling asleep in his favorite chair, walking our small, annoying dog, watching the Yankees lose, yelling at the television at various intervals, reading, telling us about the plots of whatever he's reading ... and being a really sweet dad overall.
May you be just as happy as he is! :)
Anomia
Posted by: Anomia | July 03, 2007 at 02:30 PM
Steve, this was again amazing!
Dave, Happy Birthday!
Posted by: Kristina L. | July 03, 2007 at 10:09 PM