So it’s been a while since I’ve posted, so I should have a lot to say, but I’m afraid there will be some ranting going on.
I have finished all four seasons of “24”, the real-time TV drama starring Kiefer Sutherland. I must admit, that despite my frustration at the human flaws of the characters, I found the series to be gripping and enjoyable. Boy Scout-Hero-Superman Jack Bauer finally defeats his enemies and confronts his own personal demons along the way, one of which is heroin addiction. Another character, Tony Almeda (my personal favorite), also falls into the pit of alcohol addiction, but recovers in the final reel. We don’t see how, other than burying himself with work, but my sneaking suspicion is that there was some Program going on during the scripting of the show.
The highlights for me were many in seasons 3 and 4. When Sherry Palmer is killed I shouted “yes!”. The world didn’t need another socio-pathic bitch running around, and she was always causing trouble. There were many more boosts, but that was my specific fave. In the end Jack is “killed”, and the last scene has him walking off into the sunrise of a new day, a civilian, with a false identity. A new day, a new man, and the world has been saved, again, by Jack Bauer, who modestly assumes the role of a man just doing his job.
My rant these days is about turtles, or rather dead turtles on the road. It breaks my heart and makes me angry to see such things. Personally, I stop and help the critters to the side of the road, always in the direction they were headed. Unfortunately this doesn’t always happen. I have seen a few in the past 2 weeks, and two of them have been large Aligator Snapping turtles. Big ones. Messy and avoidable. My suspicion is that some of the red-neck country fucks around here actually try to kill them. In the words of Bruce Cockburn, “If I had a rocket launcher…”
My garden is in, and when we get some freakin’ sun maybe stuff will grow, but right now it’s cool and windy, with intermittent rain. Soon come the sun…
My grades are great, but I am doing the work.
Sweetie Pie tangled with a feral cat the other night and is now on anti-biotics. Nothing grave, but the other cat managed a couple of good bites in the haunches. Needless to say, she was hesitant about being outside for a couple of days, but that seems to have been a passing thing. All is back to normal. I’ve also put her on Science Diet Light, so she can shed a few pounds. 2 or 3 would suffice. She’s not as active as the last feline inhabitant of the residence, so this makes good sense, I think.
I have loads of homework to do, so I’ll update later…