Trading Places

In an e-mail exchange earlier today, I was talking with my associate Don about 24 and Lost (some spoilers for both shows may follow)
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What, you didn’t think it’d end there?

The one little thing that bugs me about 24: There is no 12:00 p.m. There is also no 12:00 a.m. There’s either 12 midnight or 12 noon. At least twice a season, Jack Bauer bugs me.
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At least it’s just a loan

Earlier in the week, the State of Ohio agreed to give the Donatos “pizza” company a $2.9 million dollar loan to research quicker-rising pizza dough or something like that.

Now for those of you who aren’t from Columbus, take some ketchup, some white American cheese and a stale cracker, and you have a Donatos pizza. Honestly, it’s right up there with beef tounge as the worst thing I’ve ever eaten and the fact that they call it pizza pisses me off (they don’t slice it the right way, they don’t use the right kind of cheese and I’ve written term papers thicker than a Donatos pizza). There are only two good pizza places in Columbus (that I’ve been to), and Donatos definitely isn’t one of them.

Just a junkie with a monkey

A very dramatic episode of Lost that didn’t do much for me.
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Jack’s Back Home

So there’s good news about this season of 24:

I usually tune in a few minutes early. This season, I don’t have to watch the last few minutes of American Idol.

Of course, there’s a corollary to this: I’m stuck watching the last few minutes of Skating with Joey from Full House Celebrities (an exaggerated term).

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Changing terms on my terms

I’ve been on the road a lot recently for work.

Wednesday, I was coming back from an event in Morgan County, and while I didn’t have much time, I needed to grab something to eat. I stopped at the Zanesville Wendy’s off I-70 (a Wendy’s I have been to many times before) to get something quick.

While eating my fingerless-chili, I was thinking that technically, I have an hour for “lunch.” And while I wasn’t taking the full hour that particular day, I have that time available to me.

The best part of it all is that while it’s a mid-day break, no one is forcing me to eat lunch during this hour. If I had wanted to, I could have toured Zanesville. I could have driven across the Y-bridge 20 times. I could have gone to the nearby state park to collect leaves. I could have done anything but eat lunch.

At that point, I decided to stop referring to the hour as my “lunch” hour. Instead, I’m going to refer to it as the “hour of me.” It’s more accurate, don’t you think?

These are the things I think about when I have a few minutes to myself. Free thought is a dangerous thing.

I’m drawing a line down the middle of this room…

…you stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine. D’oh!

Two weeks of Lost in a row- we’re spoiled
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Lighten up Rudy

Another two hours of 24, thank you Fox!
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24 thoughts

Jack‘s back!
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The guy on the island you don’t want to mess with

It’s ba-ack!
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