Brown Shoes with a Tuxedo

Thanks, Hobbes. Looking forward to figuring out what to say here on a daily or near-daily basis. For those of you unfamiliar with my blog, you’ll find me to be a very difficult writer to read. I’m just not that good. And, as the aforementioned homogenization suggests, even if it was good it would still come off as oddly familiar.

So, let’s get into it, shall we?

Hobbes, you’ve been hinting that you might be jumping off the 24 train pretty soon. Let’s give the eyeballs out there some possible reasons for such a move:

(1) The 24mula has become tiresome.

(2) Nothing’s really happening right now, anyway.

(3) Jack Bauer has lost his edge.

I agree with the first point. Slightly agree with the second point. But I won’t agree with the third point because I want to live.

You see, Jack Bauer isn’t so much a character on a television program, he’s a hero. A real, American hero. He doesn’t blink when people shoot at him through bulletproof glass because he knows it’s bulletproof. He’ll go Ronin on a warehouse full of Euro terrorists because he thinks his daughter’s dead. He’ll get in a gunfight with another moving car, shooting through his windshield just to reunite with his family. He’s a friggin baddass. But, alas, every example I gave was the first season.

So, really, I wouldn’t try to fight you if you walked away from this. I’ll still watch the show for the adrenaline rush, though. Cuz, man, does it pack a punch some nights. As for story, character and dialogue… yeah. I could find a better example on Gilmore Girls.

Why don’t you tell us a little bit about the Gilmore Girls, Hobbes?