24: God Bless MySpace

I will fuck up anyone in order to protect this country.

Rather than make my mad dash towards home at 8:42pm Monday night - giving me precisely 18 minutes to race down GA-400 and up I-75 in order to make it home in time for "the nonstop action of 24," I stayed a little longer at fencing practice and had dinner with 8MileGirl. She asked if I TiVo'd the show, and I said I didn't bother - thinking at worst I would just read the minute by minute summary of the episode on Fox.com. But thanks to a guy out west called Tom - I was able to watch the show commercial free last night at my convenience. On MySpace. Yes, MySpace the high school stalking website. (Facebook 4-eva!) Never mind MySpace is probably the most unwieldy of the socialnets out there - they have fucking 24 on demand! That is worth a few lost messages any day.

Beefcake on white. Boo-yah!

In other news that is not significant, the Big Lead praises the pimp hand of Stuart Scott. I've pulled some pretty cool playa moves, especially when I was up in Minnesota (Indian for the land without Steak 'n Shake or Chick-Fil-A) but none like this. I don't care how white certain people say the Stu is - it takes real talent to pull women consistently in Bristol when a) there are sport stars and opportunities to meet them all around b) you are married and c) there are hardily any women to fight over... period.

Maybe they should bring Stuart on 24 as sort of a new Curtis Manning. But instead of simply following orders, Stu could say "Jack, Fayed is inside the house. You got this right? 'Cause I gotta head next door to meet a... contact. Give me 45 minutes."