i can’t remember, but did i ever talk about my ’24’ addiction?
last year i had the flu and i bought the first 2 seasons of ’24’ on dvd.
now maybe it’s because i don’t watch a ton of tv(being a cultural elitist, limousine liberal, pinko snob, etc, from the northeast and whatnot), but this show was like crack for me.
when i finally finished the last episode of the second season(having watched the last 8 episodes in a row…i know, i had a little problem…)i swore off future seasons of ’24’ because i found the show to be too addictive.
but the other night i watched the first 2 episodes of the new season and i found myself feeling like a former crack addict walking by my former crack den.
and that sound. the ‘ping thud ping thud’ before and after commercial breaks. it instantly made me feel as if it was a year ago and i was in bed having watched 4 episodes straight and saying, ‘ok, just one more hit, i mean episode.’
but i’ve regained my composure. i shan’t succumb to jack bauer and the earnest young men and women of ctu with their off-the-rack clothes and the stylish concrete architecture and blue lighting. i shan’t succumb to the reptilian terrorists and their arch-villainy. i shan’t succumb to the unorthodox interrogations and kidnapped loved ones. i shan’t succumb to the 4-way split screens and cliff hangers.
i can just say no.
i know i can.
one day at a time.
easy does it.
well, maybe if i just buy season 3 to see what i missed.
there’s no harm in that, right?
i hear that jack becomes a junkie.
that sounds compelling.
and whatever happened to president david palmer and his snakey wife?
yes, i admit that i have a problem.
cursed tv and it’s fast paced seductive ways…
it is the painted hooker and i’m the dim-witted sailor on shore leave with $20 burning a whole in my pocket.
-moby
