BeepBOOM, beepBOOM, beepBOOM, beepTHWUNK.

Like I said yesterday, I've been obsessively watching the 3rd season of 24 on DVD. I was trying to cram it all in before the 4th season started, but I didn't make it. So I haven't watched any of the 4th season yet, except to know that there's a train and a kidnapping and Kiefer ALMOST smiles. Almost.

There was a reason I was watching the DVDs in the first place, though. Scott doesn't have cable in his apartment at school, but not because he's Amish or because Poltergeist still gives him nightmares and he doesn't want to be snatched out of his window by an evil tree. It's because after he'd been at school for awhile, he still hadn't gotten around to getting cable and he discovered that he can get more done without it, so he decided not to get it. I think. So for Christmas this year, I bought the first season of 24 for him (being the unbelieveably fantastic girlfriend that I am, heh) because I thought he'd like it and he hasn't seen any of it. I also bought him a Playstation 2 to further help him waste time.

Well, he's watching 24 like a super-long movie, five episodes at at time and such. I also bought him Tru Calling, because although it started off rather meh, he likes Eliza Dushku. Again, please see "girlfriend, unbelieveably fantastic". But since he's hooked on 24 now, I traded it for the 2nd season. And I bought the 3rd season for myself.

So I thought this would give us something to talk about. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that I couldn't talk about anything that was going on in season 3, because I didn't want him to know who was alive and dead and the like, and he won't talk about the first season, because I haven't watched all of it and he doesn't want to ruin it for me (although I wouldn't care.) So our in-depth 24 discussions go something like this:

Me: So. Soooo ... KIEFER, huh?!!?
Scott: I guess.

You could say that my plan went a little awry. Oh well.

I watched so many season 3 episodes over the weekend that the word "virus" started to sound like they were pronouncing it wrong. And I'm surprised that I didn't go into work on Monday and dramatically announce every hour on the hour, "The following takes place between 9AM and 10AM" or some such thing.

And finally, there's something about Kiefer that I find H-O-double T-hot. Like, HOTT. This is strange because I usually prefer dark-haired guys. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Kiefer keeps saving the world from being obliterated. That's a pretty attractive quality, I guess.