We tried not to do it...
but we did.
We started season 1.
We may never sleep again.
We may lose our jobs.
We may all see how long kids can survive eating nothing but Pop Tarts. We bought them a variety of flavors...so don't worry.
After the first episode, Aaron turned to me and said, "There are 5 seasons, 24 shows each...we could just stay up for 5 days straight."
He was serious.
I know 24 is good because I've never once needed an oxygen tank next to my bed in order to watch TV. I can't watch all this action AND remember to breathe at the same time. It's too much! I need to wear one of those masks that will pump pure air into my lungs while I'm watching this show. I'm pretty sure I don't breathe for one whole hour. I know this because as soon as it's over I GASP for breath before saying, "Let's watch another one."
I wish I knew how to find my target heart rate, or my pulse, because I bet watching 24 would count as exercise.
How can anyone watch this show during the actual season?
If I tried that I would go insane between episodes.
If you didn't see posts on my blog for a few day, you could correctly ascertain that I was flying to California to kidnap Kiefer Sutherland...holding him at gun point, nervously saying, "I'm not someone who usually kidnaps people or holds guns...until you, my only beef has been with balloon gorillas and white fire trucks. But, I need you to tell me what happens next, or so help me...I won't shoot you, because that would make me scream and cry...but I might read you my post about how I do laundry at my house. So what's it going to be, Mista?"
Maybe my weapon of choice should be a wooden spoon instead of a gun. Then I could say, "I've got a spoon, and I'm not afraid to use it. Start talking, because I'm a pro with this thing...a spoon ninja...I'm in the wooden spoon special services."
I decided that 24 has to be the most watched show NOT watched during the regular season.
That's got to be upsetting for the geniuses who make this show...but that's what they get for making such a dandy production.