3 Word Wednesday XXV

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I’ll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Leave a comment if you participate.

This week’s words are:
Tile
Scarce
Lieu

By no one’s definition would Philip be considered “typical.” In thirty-one years, he had been on exactly three dates, only one of which his mother had not chauffeured. Women have a way of making themselves scarce when you are a Scrabble aficionado.

In lieu of a social life, Philip read the dictionary. And recently, using money he had saved working at Radio Shack and despite his mother’s best objections, he had his bathroom redone in custom-made Scrabble tile.

But none of that mattered now. And yet, all of it did. Everything he had worked for, the thousands of hours spent playing Scrabble online, came down to the next five minutes. Here he was, one on one, for the Greater Ridgefield Scrabble Championship, sponsored by the West Jefferson Convalescent Center.

“Seventeen,” his opponent announced his score from across the table and started Philip’s timer.

With only three tiles left in the bag, Philip now trailed by eight points. As he looked up to examine this most recent play, he saw a glaring, fatal mistake. His opponent had left an S open in the bottom left corner of the board!

Philip scanned the letters in his rack. A-O-U-C-T-T-S. Skilled fingers deftly and continually rearranged the tiles, as he spelled out possible combinations in his head. C-U-T… A-C-T-S… C-O-A-T-S… O-U-T.. And then, he had it! OUTCASTS! He played the word down the left side of the board. A bingo and triple word score! Eighty-nine points!

Game over. Suck on that, beyotch!

“Down the aisle with someone else you’re walking. Those wedding bells will never ring for me…”

24 Recap: 2/26/07

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Recapping tonight’s episode, Day Six: 4:00 PM – 5:00 PM…

Jack and Marilyn share a “touching” moment as he sees her and Josh off to CTU. He then calls Bill to order a chopper to take him to see Logan. We find out Logan is at his retreat under house arrest.

Fayed is riding in the back of an unmarked UHaul truck and (surprise!) he’s on the phone with Gredenko again. Seriously, can we not trace these calls? Later, a shipment arrives at Branch Gredenko carrying something Gredenko refers to as “a drone” that the US government spent millions to develop. Gee, that narrows it down. I’m guessing this drone is going to be used to carry the nukes?

Reed brings in his outside operative, some guy named Carson, who easily clears security, despite the fact he’s carrying materials to make a bomb. They go into Reed’s office, aka the boiler room, where Tom has awakened and is bound with duct tape. I’m curious. If someone has a piece of duct tape across your mouth, could you conceivably lick it and produce enough saliva to make it unsticky? I may try an experiment later.

At CTU, Morris is having problems completing his daily tasks. Chloe comes over and discovers Morris has specificed the wrong slot assignment for his SIP adapter. Seriously, Morris. That’s like forgetting to turn your speakers on. What are you doing over there, playing spider solitaire? Chloe becomes suspicious Morris is drinking and steals his AA sponsor’s number from his PDA. She calls the sponsor and leaves a voice mail.

Out at Camp David West, Logan tells Jack he’s a changed man and that he can help find Gredenko. He gives Jack the name Anatoli Markhov, the Russian Consul General, who Logan says is Gredenko’s liaison. Jack tells Logan he doesn’t trust him. Logan responds, “If you want to find Gredenko, maybe it’s time you start.” Jack calls Palmer and asks for an executive order granting a temporary furlough, so that Logan can meet with Markhov. Palmer reluctantly agrees.

In the boiler room, Carson is making a bomb out of a tape recorder. Boy, those Walkmans have come a long way. Is it Walkmans or Walkmen? Reed seems to be having second thoughts about the assassination attempt. Carson wants to kill Tom as well, but Reed talks him out of it. When he’s done, Carson gives Reed the detonation code. He tells him the bomb will explode fifteen seconds after he enters the code and that it has a ten foot kill radius.

Back at CTU, Nadia is becoming suspicious of Morris and accuses Chloe of covering for him. The AA sponsor returns Chloe’s call and says she hasn’t spoken with Morris in three years. Chloe goes into the men’s room to confront Morris, and bursts into his stall! (Editor’s note: Ladies, please, PLEASE, NEVER do this! That is a sanctified place.)

Chloe tells Morris she called his sponsor, and he claims that was his old sponsor. When Chloe leaves, Morris goes over to the sink and pours out half a bottle of whiskey. Then leaves without flushing or washing his hands! Where is the “All CTU Employees Must Wash Their Hands Before Leaving Restroom” sign? Also, some guy tries to come in and Chloe says, “Not now.” I find it funny that CTU is shorthanded, yet there are basically three people in the men’s room at once.

Finally, Reed leaves the boiler room and plants the tape recorder in the podium where Assad is to speak. Then he goes outside and enters the detonation code. Assad and Palmer are in the room. Assad is at the podium and notices fluid leaking from the recorder. He yells bomb an instant before it goes off. The episode ends with Assad and Palmer lying motionless on the floor.

Overall, tonight’s episode was kinda blah by 24 standards. It all pretty much built towards the bomb going off at the end. But I guess when you consider an episode that ends with an assassination attempt blah, you must have a decent show.

The good:
The explosion at the end.

No Sandra and Walid for the third week in a row!

The bad:
No Milo. You can’t make us like him, then not include him in an entire episode.

Very little Jack.

Very little Fayed.

The Morris alcoholic thing is already starting to get old.

Best scene:
The closing scene with Assad yelling “Bomb!” and the explosion.

Worst scene:
Marilyn and Jack’s “touching” moment. Jack touches her face like he’s trying to wipe a bit of mustard off her cheek. It felt rushed, forced, and just plain awkward.

Did you know…
Anatoli is the sixth most popular Russian boy name, trailing Vladimir, Ivan, Boris, Sergei, and Mikhail. (Source: The Pocket Kremlin.)

Svetlana is the most popular Russian girl name. (Source: russianbrides.com.)

Fun Trivia:
What do Charles Logan, Martha Stewart, Jose Canseco, and Galileo have in common?

They’ve all been under house arrest at some point.

Questions:
Will Logan prove trustworthy?

Are Assad and Palmer alive? If I had to guess, I’d say Palmer is alive. I’m not so sure about Assad. His story really hasn’t been going anywhere lately anyway.

Where is Audrey? Something is up, people. There’s going to be a twist involving Audrey. I can feel it!

“You dropped a bomb on me, baby. You dropped a bomb on me…”

The fever

The First Ever Roast-A-Bone is coming Thursday. Stay tuned for details…

On US Highway 98, just east of Destin, between Miramar and Santa Rosa, sits a little cafe called The Donut Hole. It’s become tradition that on the day we leave the beach, we stop there for breakfast.

I recommend the southwestern omelet. And the doughnuts, of course. I always get a box of doughnuts for the road. The food is great. The service sometimes lacking because it’s so busy. But I’ve never been when there wasn’t a line of people out the door and down the side of the building waiting.

I wish I was there.

There’s a beachside restaurant called The Back Porch, with big bay windows to let in the ocean breeze, an outside bar, and picnic tables in the sand. I recommend the dreamsicle cake for dessert. And any and all of the seafood. You’ll think they must have caught it that morning. And maybe they did.

I wish I was there.

There’s an empty spot in the sand, just at the edge of the uprush, perfect for sitting. Where the water might wash over your feet once every five or six waves. Where you can bury your toes in the cool, damp sand, and think about anything and everything. Or nothing at all. And even though it’s only a few hundred feet to the highway, it seems a million miles away.

I wish I was there.

I’ve got beach fever, if you can’t tell. The highs have been between 60 and 70 here for seemingly the past week. I’ve been driving with the sunroof open, even at night. And last night before the storms moved in, it was warm and very windy, and reminded me of the ocean breeze.

So I’ve been listening to Buffett and thinking about the beach. The sand. The breeze. The waves. Gorgeous American girls working on their tans. All the while, me having no clue as to whether they are 16 or 29.

Last night, I opened the window so I could listen to it rain. Seemed like it rained for twelve hours. That’s another good thing about the beach. Even when it rains, it never seems to last very long.

I wish I was there.

“I remember Sunday mornings, walking on the beach. And that place we’d stop for breakfast, with the old red vinyl seats…”

Fighting myself

The silent stillness of the night is broken by the piercing sound of the telephone. I know who it is, but check the caller ID anyway. Then I put the pillow over my head to lessen the noise until the machine picks up. I wonder how many times she’ll call.

This is it. This is how I get out.

There are always a few little differences. But they’re mostly the same. She’ll call a few times. I won’t answer. Then finally, I will.

I won’t say much. Just something about how I don’t think this is working out. I can always come up with reasons why. She was just saying the other night how I give her mixed signals and how I’m never there when she needs someone to talk to.

I listen. Or pretend to, anyway. To her incessant ramblings about nothing, night after night. And now she wants to nag and complain about our relationship? Well, fine. Let her see how she likes arguing with herself.

Maybe she’ll cry. Maybe she won’t. I’ll probably wonder if I’m making a mistake. But I’d rather wonder if I left too early than regret hanging on too long.

The phone rings again. But for some reason, this time I answer. I tell her I love her and that I’m sorry.

It’s a small step. And a constant battle.

I haven’t always been this way. But someone hurt me a long time ago.

“The end is coming. She don’t even feel it. It’s a strange sensation. I’m almost happy…”

3WW #24

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I’ll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.

This week’s words are:
Wilted
Drawer
Ink

The wilted countenance
The single tear
The last I ever
Brushed away

Letters in a drawer
Pictures in a box
But those in the heart
Fail to fade

The hollow rooms
The silent spaces
I once craved
Now serve to haunt

Pen to paper
I try to write
But the ink
Has all run out

My muse
Has gone

“You could be happy, and I won’t know. But you weren’t happy the day I watched you go…”

24 Recap: 2/19/07

This show has more twists than a 1961 sockhop! Very good episode tonight. So let’s get right to it. Recapping Day Six: 3:00 PM -4:00 PM…

On the run from Jack’s father’s men, Milo and Marilyn hide behind some dumpsters, and are found. Milo gets shot (SPF: 1) in the shoulder trying to cover Marilyn. The men have been instructed to bring Marilyn back alive. They’re about to shoot Milo when Jack shows up, blows two of them away, and disarms the third one, who we come to know as Hacker.

Jack grabs Marilyn by the throat and asks why she helped Gredenko set him up. She confesses that it was Jack’s father who called her. And that he threatened to kill Josh if she didn’t comply. After she reveals Gredenko’s real location, aka Leningrad East, Jack has a CTU team sent there. Then he has Hacker call Jack’s father and say that he’s apprehended Marilyn, but that she won’t give up Gredenko’s location until she sees her son. Jack’s father tells Hacker to bring Marilyn to his hotel.

Down in the boiler room, Tom brings Reed a copy of the President’s itinerary. Reed says he needs Tom to give security clearance to an outside operative who will “carry the ball.” (Which is evidently White House lingo for “kill the President.”) Tom is afraid everything will be traced back to him, but Reed assures him all the blame will be placed on Asaad. While they’re talking, Palmer calls and asks to see Tom.

At CTU, Morris, apparently still suffering from Post Torture Depression, goes out for a walk. He purchases some whiskey and Altoids at a liquor store, downs half the bottle of whiskey, then appears to throw up. When he returns to CTU, both Chloe and Milo smell it on his breath (the alcohol, that is), but Morris assures Chloe he is sober.

In the bunker, Tom is surprised when Palmer asks for his input on Asaad’s speech. And when Palmer likes all his suggestions, Tom appears to be having qualms about the assassination plot. When he returns to the boiler room (aka Reed’s office), Tom assures Reed that the security clearance is in the works. As soon as Reed leaves, Tom calls a secret service agent and says he needs to meet with him immediately. When Tom opens the door to leave, Reed is waiting for him and whacks him over the head.

In the stairwell of Jack’s father’s hotel, Jack receives a text message informing him that CTU agents found Gredenko’s safe house empty. Jack, Marilyn, and Hacker enter Jack’s father’s room and also find it empty. The phone rings. It’s Jack’s father, telling them to look out the window. He is on the roof of an adjacent building holding a gun on Josh. Jack offers himself in exchange for Josh. Jack’s father accepts.

Inside a room on the roof of the other building, Jack’s father has Jack get on his knees facing away from him. As he raises his gun towards Jack, he says, “It didn’t have to end like this.” Jack says he had to go his own way, apologizes to his father, then says he is ready. (I honestly thought Jack’s father might turn the gun on himself here.) When no shot comes, Jack turns around and finds his father gone.

Outside, Jack sees a cell phone on the ledge. There is a text message on the screen instructing him to call a number. (Text message count for the hour: Jack 2, Bone 0.) He does so and Charles Logan (President from Season 5) answers. Logan, now sporting facial hair, says he can help find Gredenko and tells Jack he wants to meet.

The good:
The final scene with Jack, Jack’s father, and the Logan twist.

Tom showing some integrity. And then Reed whacking him just as he is about to uncover the whole plot. Typical 24.

Jack showing up just in time to save Milo and Marilyn.

Milo continuing to emerge as someone we can count on.

The bad:
No Fayed.

No explosions.

Best line:
“Dad, I’m unarmed!” Simply for all the implications that go along with that statement.

SuperAgent 101:
When apprehending a hostel, force them to their knees, have them put their hands behind their head, and be sure to have them interlace their fingers. This is vital… for some reason.

SuperAgent 099:
Jack: “Do you know how to use this?”
Marilyn: “No.”
Jack: “Point and shoot.”

Did you know…
Altoids is the preferred breath mint of recovering alcoholic CTU agents everywhere.

Chloe-isms:
“Call your sponsor.”

“He didn’t metabolize the alcohol.” What!? Who says that?

Questions:
Why did Jack’s father not shoot him? (Other than the fact Jack is the star of the show, of course.)

Where is Audrey?

“Join the mob, join the mob. It’s all over. It’s all over. It’s all over. There’s a leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room…”

Nuvaring is not for everyone

To whom it may concern:

My name is Bone. I am a single, straight male who looks forward to coming home after a long day at work and settling in to watch my favorite soap, General Hospital. There are two Soap Digests on my bedroom floor at this very moment. I enjoy keeping up with the adventures and misadventures going on in Port Charles.

However, what I do not enjoy is being mercilessly inundated each and every commercial break with ads for birth control, tampons, feminine hygiene products, and Playskool toys. And if it’s not that, it’s an ad for problems of old age featuring Wilfred Brimley. Yes, I liked him in Our House, but that’s beside the point.

The other day while watching, one particular break began with the line, “How do you say so long to a period that’s too long?” I. Don’t. Know. And I’d rather not think about it. Then I had to watch a 60-second dialogue about Valtrex, and how one partner had herpes and the other partner didn’t want to catch it. (How about not sleeping with her, genius?) That break ended with a What About Brian promo, because we know how many men watch that.

Based on your ads, one would think your viewers were all either women who have lots of (sometimes unprotected) sex and weird cycles, young mothers, or old retired men who may or may not have problems urinating.

And that may be. But I find it hard to believe that Stephen A. Smith and I are the only two young, virile males out there who care what happens to Sonny, Carly, Jason, Elizabeth, Nikolas, Emily, Lulu, Lucky, and Luke. Besides, if, God forbid, I ever do have “weak stream”, I won’t need some commercial to inspire me to action. I’ll run screaming to the doctor’s office. Believe me!

How about tossing in a Sears commercial once in awhile? Maybe a Men’s Wearhouse ad. Or at least a movie preview. And while we’re on the subject, whatever happened to the Doublemint twins? They were cute.

All I’m saying is you could be missing out on a whole segment of your audience. After all, as one of your frequent ads says, “Nuvaring is not for everyone.”

Indeed.

PS: Any chance Sam might be leaving the show anytime soon? Also, if you could get Jason and Liz together soon, and give Luke a bigger part, and bring Jonathan Jackson back as Lucky, that’d be great. Thanks.

“She says she’s leaving on a Sunday. I don’t care. I need to know where to turn. I tried it once. It never caught on. I was the only one who got burned…”

3 Word Wednesday #23

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn’t have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I’ll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.

This week’s words are:
Carriage
Silent
Haste

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Paul said the words out loud, even though no one could hear him, as he saw the red lights start flashing and the crossing gates come down. He was already running late. Jacobs had come in at five ’til five and laid some work on his desk that had to be finished by the end of the day. And now this? And today, of all days. Unbelievable.

There was no way he was going to make it by 6:00. He reached for his phone to call and say he was going to be late, but it wasn’t there. He felt his pockets, checked the console, the passenger seat, the floorboard… no phone. Great! In his haste to get out of the office, he must have forgotten it. Sometimes he wondered why he even tried.

Having now resigned himself to being late, he took a deep breath as the railroad cars rushing by became a blur. The radio up loud made the train seem completely silent. Down one of the side streets, Paul saw a couple taking a carriage ride. And his mind wandered.

He thought of his wedding day. And how badly Lisa had wanted a horse-drawn carriage. And how she’d seemed so happy when he surprised her with one. And how he still didn’t understand how things could change so quickly. His thoughts were interrupted by the blaring of a car horn.

The train was by, and Paul continued to his destination. Arriving about 6:15, the place was nearly deserted and the door was locked. He knocked and apologized to the girl who answered the door for being late.

Then a sleepy-eyed face peeked out from behind the daycare worker. Tiny hands held up a folded piece of red construction paper, and the sweetest voice in the world said, “Happy Ballentine’s Day, Daddy.”

And he remembered why he tried.

“I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm. You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born…”

24 Recap: 2/12/07

A special two-hour 24 on my birthday! Coincidence? I think not!

We are introducing a new feature this week. The Splatterage Factor, or SPF, will rate shootings from 1-10 (10 being the best) based on… well, I think you’ll see once we start. Recapping Day Six: 1:00 PM – 3:00 PM…

On the way to Fayed’s (kind of like on the way to Grandma’s, except not), Morris tells Rita what McCarthy is really up to. (No wonder I didn’t recognize the actress playing Rita. She was in Gigli. Who saw that?) At her next opportunity, she shoots and kills McCarthy (SPF: 4). She then delivers Morris to Fayed with plans on keeping the $7 million all for herself.

Fayed has Morris tortured. They play human pinata with him and also have him involuntarily bob for apples in an empty tub (talk about cruel). Finally, as Fayed begins drilling a hole in Morris’ shoulder for the second time (SPF: 9!), he gives in and programs the trigger. At some point during the torture, Fayed kills Rita. I had a feeling she was gone as soon as she shot McCarthy.

Jack and the cavalry arrive for the Gunfight At The Fayed Safehouse. They get there just in time to save Morris and miss Fayed. They find one suitcase nuke that Fayed has left behind, set to go off in three minutes. Chloe talks Jack thru how to dismantle it, which he does with seconds to spare.

Back in DC, Asaad has arrived and Palmer talks him into appearing on television and appealing to American Muslims for help. Meanwhile, Tom throws a hissy fit and decides to resign since Palmer has rejected all of his radical proposals. But later, his sidekick, Reed, talks him out of it. The two of them meet in a secret location, which looks a lot like the boiler room underneath my old middle school gym. Reed talks of “removing Palmer.”

Back at CTU, Marilyn and Josh, Graem’s wife and son, are brought in, where Bill tells them Graem died of a heart attack. Marilyn shows little emotion. Jack later apologizes to her, and she confesses she had been trying to leave Graem for years, but he told her she’d never see Josh again if she left. She also later alludes to a past between her and Jack, saying she’s been trying not to think of him for the past twenty years.

Jack asks her if she remembers anything that might help in finding the nukes. She says she followed Graem out one night. He went to a house in West LA. Listening from outside, she heard voices with a Russian accent. Jack figures that must be where Gredenko is. So he, Marilyn, and Milo are going to try to find the house.

Before they leave, Jack’s father asks Marilyn what’s going on. He then asks her if he can take Josh home with him. She says OK. As Jack and Marilyn are on their way to find Gradenko, Jack’s father calls her and tells her if she ever wants to see Josh alive, she’ll lead Jack to the address he gives her. She does.

Jack and CTU agents enter the house as Milo and Marilyn wait in the CTU van, which looks a lot like a UPS truck. The house is empty, except for a couple of boxes… and a bomb. Jack spots it, yells “Bomb!” and jumps thru a window just as it explodes. He radioes for any CTU agent, but there’s no response. Man, these CTU field teams are dropping like flies. No wonder they’re always shorthanded.

A car comes out of an alley and goes after Milo and Marilyn. Milo is manhandling that UPS truck, until he hits a concrete wall. Under heavy fire, he tells Marilyn to get out and hide behind the truck. Then he sets off a bomb for cover as he and Marilyn take off running. And the UPS truck is no more.

The good:
Milo! In the field. Booyah!

The Morris drill bit. Pun intended.

Marilyn. More Rena Sofer, please! With no Audrey, and little Nadia, the hotness factor had been lacking thusfar this season.

Multiple explosions, splatterings, and Jack in a chopper. All 24 staples.

Repeat after me. No. Sandra. Palmer. For two whole hours! Happy birthday to me!

The bad:
Anything I list here would be nitpicking. Tonight was money!

Best line:
“CTU, this is Bauer, we have a problem.” (Jack, upon finding the suitcase nuke.)

One of those awkward times when you don’t know what to say:
Chloe to Jack: “I’m really glad Fayed didn’t kill you this morning.”

Did you know…
The actress who played Rita was in Gigli. No wonder I didn’t recognize her. Who saw that?

Questions:
Who is the guy Reed keeps calling on his cell phone?

Why couldn’t Morris stall for just two more minutes while programming the trigger to allow Jack and CTU time to get there?

Will they leave Milo in the field? I hope so!

“Bail out, goodbye. Take my chances, I don’t wanna die. Count ten, just pray. The nick of time can save me any day…”

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2017

Dear Forty-four,

I’m writing from ten years ago to see how things have been. I’m curious as to what became of you. It’s hard for me to believe you’re six years away from fifty. Life goes so fast.

I wonder if you’re married. And if you are, who did you marry? Did you ever become a Dad? How many kids do you have? For their sakes, I hope they look just like their mother.

I still remember when you were thirteen, and you’d lie awake at night and try to imagine being an adult, and having a family. Back then, you couldn’t fathom it. And then one day you woke up, and you were thirtysomething.

I wonder about your job and where you live. Did you ever move out of that small town? And if you did, have you ever wanted to move back?

Are you a writer? Did you chase your dreams? God, I hope you did. But don’t tell me if you failed. Some things I’d rather find out on my own.

I’m almost scared to ask, but I’m wondering. Are Mom and Dad OK? Let’s see, I guess they’d be sixty-six now. And what about your sister? Are the two of you still close? I imagine you have a niece or nephew by now. How incredible that must be.

I guess I’m full of questions. There’s just so many things I’m curious about. Most of all I wonder, if you could go back in time ten years, what would you change? What would you do over?

Things here are fine. Although sometimes it seems I’m stuck in a rut. I feel like I’m on the verge of making a drastic change. But for some reason, instead of taking that big leap, I just keep creeping closer and closer to the edge. Waiting.

Tomorrow begins a new year. What am I waiting for.

You know what? On second thought, don’t answer any of my questions. I don’t want to know. I’ll find it all out in time.

For now, I guess I’ll go. It’s getting late, and I think I might give Dad a call. I pray that forty-four finds you healthy and happy, and that everyone you love is still alive. And I hope to see you in ten years.

Something tells me the time is gonna fly.

“Fifteen, there’s still time for you. Twenty-two, I feel her, too. Thirty-three, you’re on your way. Every day’s a new day…”