"Dammit!"

Tsk, tsk... Shame on you, Kiefer. You've been a very bad boy.

The flip side is "say it ain't so, Jack."

Yep, Kiefer Sutherland might actually be going to jail after running afoul of the law with yet another DUI charge. I don't have any sympathies for celebrities who get themselves into trouble. Paris Hilton is a big crybaby who should've shut the f*ck up and taken her medicine, Nicole Richie got off way too easy because of overcrowded jails and lord knows what Lindsay Lohan will do next but sooner or later she's going to end up behind bars, assuming she doesn't end up taking a dirt nap first.

Oh, and don't even get me started on O.J., Bobby Blake and Phil Spector.

But if Kiefer ends up doing time it will affect somebody far greater in the bigger picture.

That would be me.

I would have to do without one of my biggest vices -- I'd lose my weekly hit of Jack. This is assuming, of course, that the state of California won't let the producers of 24 shoot from inside an operational jail.

So, those of you who might be feeling sorry for Kiefer -- don't. Feel sorry for me and the other 15 million or so Jack-addicted souls who tune in to 24 every Monday night, instead.

I know I will.

Sniffle.

"And now for something completely different..."

Title means nothing -- I was just feeling a little pythonesque, is all.

I finally feel like I can post something. It might be more than a little coincidental that the TV season is upon us, a season third in my heart only to duck season and wabbit season. It might also be due to the fact that the basement is done. Except that it isn't, but more on that later.

No, I just felt like getting back into this blogger thing simply because I can.

So here I am. You have been warned.