They always say to write your blog for your own enjoyment/necessity rather than for others, because probably no one is reading it anyway. So that is basically why I am dedicating this blog entry to Jack Bauer. Yes, the main character in 24 who was extremely relevant in 2001-2010. (no wonder i don't have readers.)
I'm late in the game, I get it. But guys, I do have to express myself. What is it about him? Nothing like an emotionally detached guy who will protect you and save the world. Although he never wore good pants, even when he was just wearing his black CTU pants. Maybe his bootcut jeans in the later seasons were hot in 2004, not sure, but I can't get into them. But that's neither here nor there. He is a hero. Also, I want to work at CTU. Here is what else I realized that I wanted after watching 24:
- a flip phone to take important calls.
- a desk phone to patch calls to people and be patched into. (that's what he said)
- to tell a group of people with weapons to stand down. (and for them to listen.)
- to deactivate a bomb and be a hero.
- to be the one everyone's proud of in the office and gives a round of applause when the crisis is over.
Anyways, I know i've already tweeted about the following story, but it was so shocking when it happened, that I need to document it in a more permanent fashion, for the many nights I get drunk and read my own blog.
So, Galia, I was in Dublin, alone on a Sunday night, on my probably 9th straight episode of 24 (I went through a weird time) and there was a scene that --in order to escape--Jack Bauer had to bite someone's neck hard enough to kill them. At this point, I was so involved and emotionally entrenched in the show, that when Jack Bauer spit out the guy's neck blood, I SIMULTANEOUSLY SPIT DOWN MY OWN SHIRT. Guys, I am not exaggerating. I SWEAR TO YOU. It was a shock, a horror, and a wake up call: *I think that it is the last episode I watched.
Here is a picture of the aftermath. I am so horrified by this, but at the same time, I'm slightly proud of my level of empathy... Aren't you?
OK similar topic but onto a different show. (i know this is getting more and more embarrassing, but I'm gonna plow through my pride right now, for the sake of THIS BLOG.)
So when I went through my The Wire phase, (also 10 years later than everyone else.) I had a celeb crush on (of course McNulty) but really Mayor Carcetti. If you don't believe me, ask my friends. (And when I say "friends" I mean my "google image search box".) ANYWAY, it was December 23rd, Chistmas Eve Eve, and I was at the Stag's Head in Dublin, when someone told me that there's an Irish celeb behind me, and lists some shows that the celeb was in, which I don't know because it's Ireland. Then I turn around. AND IT'S FUCKING MAYOR CARCETTI. and then i died. and then I made my friend Sile take 100 pictures of me with him behind me. And here is one of them. And they all look exactly like this.
Galia, go to bed and stop reading your own blog. I love you, you're beautiful.
One more thing. The actor who played Prop Joe from The Wire died the day before yesterday. His name is Robert Chew. He was a wonderful actor, character, and from what I've read, a wonderful man in real life. That's all.
*this is a lie- I watched the rest of the season.