Last season, I got into 24 quite a bit. Most people I know say it’s the best show on television, and I have to admit, I see their point. I’m mostly impressed by how much Jack Bauer manages to squeeze into a day. To illustrate, I’m going to compare each hour of Jack’s day to the corresponding hour in my own day. 

Jack’s day, 12-1 AM: It’s nice to see those times when Jack seems less than superhuman; when he’s no better than the rest of us.  Even when it seems like Jack’s awful relationship is about to end, he can’t seem to let go, and he makes a late-night decision to stay with her that he will end up regretting.

12:05 Jack meets up with Bill Buchanan, his boss back when he was with CTU, and dumps Wayne off “for his own protection”.  He talks about Wayne like he’s not standing right there, and Wayne looks like he’s going to cry…again.  It’s ridiculous how much Wayne is getting beat on this season.  The man notched a couple kills; give him a break. 

Audrey meets her father, the Secretary of Defense, on the runway of Van Nuys airport.  She won’t tell him what’s going on, and out of the blue, Jack speeds out onto the runway in his stolen cop car.  I’ve said it before, but the man knows the value of a good entrance.   He tells Daddy Buzzkill that he’s being set up, and that he has crucial evidence of the President’s misconduct.  Jack and the two Buzzkills go into an empty hangar next to the runway to talk.  It suddenly occurs to us that there are no airport personnel around, the hangar isn’t even locked, and Jack just drove a car out onto the runway with no difficulty whatsoever.   This seems very unusual, until we remember that this is Van Nuys airport. That kind of security is only necessary at major transportation hubs like LAX or Ontario (California) Airport.

Jack hands Daddy Buzzkill the recording of the President and the terrorists and tells him, “You’re the only one I can trust.”  Daddy Buzzkill doesn’t seem to realize how huge of a compliment this is.  Jack doesn’t even trust the tides.

The Buzzkill’s dad leaves, and Audrey tells Jack that “Everything is going to be okay.”   There is no better indicator that things are about to go horribly, horribly wrong than Audrey saying that they’re going to be okay.  Someone give her a merit badge in Jinxing.  Just to make sure that nothing will be okay within thirty seconds, Audrey kisses Jack.  The only reason Jack doesn’t cower in fear is because he’s a braver or less observant man than I.

Daddy Buzzkill comes back in the hangar with his Secret Service guys, looking like he misplaced something.  “Jack, just one thing….”  AND HE PUNCHES JACK IN THE THROAT!  Read that sentence again.  His rationale is that it would damage the country to publicly attack the President, and instead they should blackmail him into resigning.  Okay, but that still doesn’t really explain why he had to punch Jack in the throat.  Jack will never trust another man again, and I can’t wait until he shoots the Secretary’s wife in the leg in retaliation.

Daddy Buzzkill has both Jack and Audrey tied to a pole. I forgot that Jack was railing the guy’s daughter; that tends to get a lot of guys pissed.  But even though I understand the guy’s motivation a little more, it doesn’t excuse punching Jack Bauer in the throat.  If Jack Bauer humps your daughter it’s for the good of the country, and instead of punching him you should be asking if he needs any condoms or lube.  With Jack on his knees and breathing like a fat man out of his crushed trachea, I suspect we’re not going to see much of him.  No complaints out of me, I’d love to get one of these posts done before 3 pm.

12:30  Unrelated to Jack, Chloe just made a really nice pick pocketing “pull”, a term I learned from Ocean’s Eleven and Twelve.  Actually, considering that it’s Chloe, I’m going to say that she hacked the guy’s pocket. 

12: 45  Jack scales the post he’s tied to and puts his hands to a hot pipe running along the ceiling, burning through his restraints and several layers of skin.  This is so bad ass it’s not even funny, and for an encore, he knocks out a secret service agent with a karate chop.  If Audrey weren’t the buzzkill I’m always saying she is, the first words out of her mouth would have been, “I’m so wet right now.”  Hell, it made me wet. 

12:52  We see another secret service agent on the runway who is minutes away from being knocked out or killed.  Jack gets him at gunpoint and retrieves the recording, or as he calls it, “Precious.”  (Sorry.  It’s been a while since I made a Lord of the Rings reference.)

A helicopter filled with Robocop’s men drops out of the sky and they open fire with rifles.  Jack kills two of them, earning (very) Amazing Feats of Marksmanship, because those kills were from long range, with a handgun, firing at guys in a helicopter.  Then he gets another kill after they exit the helicopter, and during the battle the other Secret Service agent is killed.  I bet if I took the time to work out the numbers, I would find that an object’s likelihood of pain and/or death is inversely proportional to R-squared, where R is the distance from that object to Jack.  Possibly R-cubed.

12:55  Three more bad guys take cover behind a large metal storage tank, as Robocop runs into the hangar where Jack left the Buzzkill.  I’ve said before that Jack’s life is very much like a videogame.  Before I was referring to his PDA, but now I’m referencing the golden rule of first-person shooters: shooting any metal tank or drum will cause it to blow up, regardless of its contents.  Sure enough, the resulting explosion kills all three bad guys who clearly haven’t played videogames since the Super Nintendo.

Jack runs into the hangar.  Robocop has a gun to the Buzzkill’s head, and he wants the recording.  Don’t do it Jack.  Plenty of fish in the sea. 

Jack tries to deal, but Robocop isn’t hearing it, and if we’re going to get this done…y’know…within the hour, he’s going to have to do something.  He stabs Audrey in her left brachial artery and unless Jack gives him the recording, she’ll die in three minutes.  Terrorism aside, I like this guy.

Jack is a moron because he gives up the recording in exchange for the worst girlfriend ever.  Don’t forget what he’s gone through to get that thing, and lest we forget, 45 minutes ago her father punched him in the neck.

For the hour:

  • Kills: 6
  • Amazing Feats of Marksmanship: 2
  • KO’s: 1 (secret service agent) – 1 (punched in throat) = 0
  • Second Degree Burns: 1
  • Girlfriend’s lives saved: -1.  It’s not a good thing in this case.

My day, 12-1 AM:  It was late and I was tired.  I called Wonder Woman to say goodnight and got a little snippy.  And that’s what I do with a good girlfriend.  I wouldn’t last a week and a half with Audrey, let alone save her life.

For the hour:

  • Things done: not much

But hey, check out this Foxtrot comic.




14 Responses to “What a difference a day makes: 24 little hours”  

  1. 1

    I bet if I took the time to work out the numbers, I would find that an object’s likelihood of pain and/or death is inversely proportional to R-squared, where R is the distance from that object to Jack. Possibly R-cubed.

    I wasted about 35 mins, trying to figure out exactly what the above equation would look like.

    OP = O /(P*J^3)

    OP = Objects Pain

    O = Object

    P = Pain

    J = Jack.

    I went with cubed. I have never watched an episode of 24 and never plan to, but I have read all of Z’s reviews and I believe cubed would be the way to go.

    By GQSmooth00 -
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    traditionally, the expectation value of an objects pain would be equal to the magnitude of the pain times the probability it’s inflicted. But here, you’re modeling things like Jack is a point source of pain where the total pain irradiance in conserved and the pain flux drops in intensity with distance, dependant on the geometric particulars of his space. In our normal 3 dimensional space, the pain flux would drop as 1/r^2, but in TVspace, I would argue that it drops as 1/r.

    TV is a 2 dimenional medium, and I would argue that the magnitude of how badly some object gets fucked up is correlated to it’s distance from Jack, as it appears on the TV screen. Here is my evidence for that: Basically, if Jack is shooting at a guy, even if he’s pretty far away (3-dimensionally), as long as he is close to Jack, as he appears on the screen, he will get very fucked up. Imagine a scene where it’s kind of an over the shoulder view of Jack shooting a guy. The target may be far away from jack(in 3d), but as it appears on the screen the target is right next to Jack and his gun, thus explaining why that guy gets very fucked up. If you accpet this model, where pain flux intensity is related to onscreen distance from Jack (in 2d), then the total pain incident on any object can be easily calculated:

    Total pain incident on object =

    The integral, over the target’s height (perpindicular to r) of Total pain irradiance/2*pi*r

    or for Forrest,

    jack (in eigen space) = |pain 0 0 |
    | 0 pain 0 |
    | 0 0 pain|

    By OG -
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    Point of order.

    If the above were to be true OG, than how do you equate for the throat punch on Jack. The applied equation should work on all points of refrence in a 2d world, hence Jack should of been decapitated.

    By GQSmooth00 -
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    I think the model holds for the throat punch. Jack is the point source of pain, so anyone who gets near to him is going to be fucked up. They probably didn’t go into it in the show, but I’m positive that Papa Buzzkill’s hand was totally destroyed. Think about it, punching Jack is essentially like taking the limit as r goes to zero, causing the pain equation above to approach infinty.

    I once punched a guy and broke my wrist, but I didn’t let on that it hurt at the time. Theoretical models suggest that Papa BK’s hand is more broken up than a thai whore watching “Love, Actually”, he’s just not showing it in front of Jack.

    By OG -
  5. 5

    I once punched a guy and broke my wrist, but I didn’t let on that it hurt at the time.

    Wuss.

    By GQSmooth00 -
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    Also, to continue sciencomyphing 24, I think you should convert your hourly stats (kills, feats of markmanship, etc.) to a more commonly recognized frequency. Currently, you are listing the stats per hour. I suggest you list them per second by dividing them all by 3600.

    Kills - 0.0008 (Hertz, don’t it)

    By OG -
  7. 7

    Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway… Check out this article, y’all. Best write-up of the show I’ve seen in a long while: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/12304715/

    GQ and OG, you sound like tertiary characters from a Thomas Pynchon novel.

    By Robbb -
  8. 8

    Clearly, I woke a sleeping giant. Sorry, everybody (other than OG and GQ).

    By z -
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    Um, yeah, Robbb? Didn’t you mean to say that that’s the SECOND best write-up of the show that you’ve seen? Hmmm?

    By z -
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    You’re site is all about nerds, until people start getting nerdy.

    You intentionally put little pieces of nerd bait in your posts (contra code, point source emssion / flux calculations) and then you act all surprised and embarrased when we get excited about that stuff. Remember that time you went to the Castro for Halloween wearing only your tighty whitey underwear and red latex candy cane striping? Were you surprised when big homo-bear-leather-daddies kept grabbing your shit and telling you nasty stuff? Of course not, because you were asking for it.

    By OG -
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    Well, just like that unfortunate Castro incident, I’m surprised by the ferocity of people. It’s all fun and games until a dominatrix whips you and another guy tries to pull off your pubic hairs.

    To be honest, I just feel inadequate when I no longer understand the nerdiasms. Chill out on the eigen-space references, poindexter.

    By z -
  12. 12

    Will somebody please knock that one out of the park

    that’s fucking T-ball

    By OG -
  13. 13

    To be honest, I just feel inadequate when I no longer understand the nerdiasms. Chill out on the eigen-space references, poindexter.

    Am I the only one that thought Revenge of the Nerds after reading that?

    Im feeling Hot, Hot, Hot… feeling Hot, Hot Hot.

    By GQSmooth00 -
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