Tuesday, January 27, 2009
All Hail the Power of Bauer
We watch too much 24.
My son-in-law got me addicted. Two years ago, he insisted I watch the two hour season premiere with him. Not being much of a TV-head, I politely declined. He persisted. I gave in, thinking maybe he was covertly seeking a mother-in-law bonding moment. I'll do this for Matt, I stoically said to myself.
Well, those of you who watch 24 know what happened. The Power of Bauer sucked me in. What's not to love about a man who can go a full day without eating, drinking, or going to the bathroom? Whose cell phone battery never dies?
After that season, we cancelled our cable service. I didn't watch Jack for almost a year. In a conversation with the S-I-L one day I admitted that I had not watched 24 for quite some time, and told him that some day he would have to get me caught up. "There is no Jack. There's a writer's strike." I had not missed a thing in a year!
The past few weeks, after buying an antenna so we can at least get the locals, we have been occupied every Monday night. It was tonight though that I realized we may be a little too addicted.
Jeremiah and I were sitting on the sofa, watching some some travelogue about Italy. Jere, suddenly startled, said, "What was that red light?" I had not seen it, so I, anxious to win that 2009 Mother of the Year Award, ignored him.
A minute later, there it was again--a bright red laser light shining on our living room blinds. We both screamed, "AAAAAGGH!" Jeremiah jumped over the back of the couch and crouched behind it, a la Jack Bauer himself. I ran to the side door and locked it, then slid along the walls, careful to avoid the windows. Jeremiah yelled, "Lock the other door too!" I sacrificed my life for his and dashed past an unshaded window ( in full view of the possible assassin ) to get to the door. Even though he doesn't know me, I could feel Jack's pride in me.
With the house securely in lock-down, we went to my bedroom to find Tim. He followed us to the scene. We pointed out exactly where the light was bouncing off the blinds. Like a CTU investigator, Tim determined which window the light had to have shone through.
It was probably just some kid playing around with a laser light. But I was thoroughly creeped out the rest of the evening. I mean, who stands outside someone's home, directing a laser beam through a window? The NSA, that's who!
Posted by Randi at 9:35 PM