To begin, I have to admit that my relationship with the television show 24 is tenuous at best, especially when compared to those people who have watched religiously since the first season. In all truthitude (that's right, truthitude) I have watched 1 complete season (2 seasons ago) and part of last season which I quit on because I thought it was just getting to be too much, even for 24.
That being said, I have been following the current season pretty closely. It is entertaining, highly unrealistic, and almost everything I look for in a thoughtless TV show. Now - for those who haven't been paying as close attention as I have, or don't have the vast knowledge of useless, awful entertainment that I have, I must inform you that the current lead FBI detective on 24 (Assistant Director Larry Moss) is played by the very same actor that played Coach Ted Orion in D3:The Mighty Ducks, Jeffrey Nording.
Yes, this chameleon has now held my attention in the roles of an emotionally charged, scorned inter-office lover / FBI agent AND a prep-school JV Hockey coach who is the father to a wheel-chair bound daughter. If you ask me, this guy deserves some kind of an award. Probably the type of award that is invented for the recipient, because I can't imagine another with the acting chops of this fine thespian.
Free Legal Advice, Worth Every Penny:
Ok, this segment is somewhat serious, but very "high level" (MBA use, not colloquial) as far as the level of analysis - for many reasons, not the least of which is that I mean it only as a caution, not as advice. That being said - if anyone reading this (assumes readership, I know) is in a position where they are considering buying a home, please, for the love of God, have an attorney assist you should you decide to make a purchase. Please note that I said attorney, not just a realtor. I know many realtors who are nothing but professional, so I certainly don't mean this to detract from them and their valuable services. But I say without any form of hesitation that many realtors / agents / even title insurers who are not licensed attorneys leave a lot to be desired when it comes to their understanding of the term "marketable title."
In all, what I mean to say is...not only in this economy where many houses are being sold short, at foreclosure auctions, etc. but just in the real estate market as a whole, the notion of a title gets lost in the shuffle sometimes, and it can really come back to bite you in the ass - as many as 30 years after the purchase of your home, depending on where you live. I've seen it first-hand at work, and heard horror stories second-hand (and further removed) in social settings. Just be cautious with an investment of that size.
I'll get off the soapbox now.
Irrational Fear:
This is neither here nor there - but I recently discovered that I know someone who shares a particularized irrational fear with me, so it's on my mind. Ok - in my head, I know that there are dates on milk (and other products) that serve as an estimated time when the product will spoil. It is my understanding that these dates are directed more towards the store reselling the products than the ultimate consumer. Even during my impressionable childhood years my parents went so far as to assure me that, "you have at least two days after the date" to safely use or consume most products.
All of that being said and understood - I cannot stand the idea of milk that has passed it's "sell-by" date being in my refrigerator. Even if I know it's old, and won't drink it - I have a problem with it sitting on the shelf, using up the cold that I pay for. That's my cold, milk. My cold.
Let me tell you something else - that date is like a .08 is to a police officer - a steadfast marker that triggers a process - with a DUI it's being arrested - with milk - it's getting dumped down the freaking drain. Yes, this may be considered wasteful to many, but I assure you my lifestyle is not one that produces much waste, especially of the consumable variety. All in all, at 12:01 on the sell by date - that milk has a date with the bottom of my sink, no questions, sniff-tests or protests.
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