An open love letter to Alberta Watson
Dearest Alberta,
Imagine my surprise upon tuning into last night's premier of 24. I was a little late getting there – Jack had already entered CTU and was looking up at the elevated, glass walled room overlooking the rest of the office. There you were, partially obscured by some blinds and looking as cold and calculating as ever. I next looked for Operations, your usual mate in The Perch. I had to pinch myself before realizing that it was Jack Bauer you were foiling in this program, and not Nikita, Michael, and the rest of Section 1.
Sweet Joel Surnow, I knew he wouldn't leave you forever mired in obscurity. Well my Madeline, I greatly anticipate the Machiavellian machinations you will surely execute in this, your pseudo-resurrection.
All my fear and admiration,
shrff
Imagine my surprise upon tuning into last night's premier of 24. I was a little late getting there – Jack had already entered CTU and was looking up at the elevated, glass walled room overlooking the rest of the office. There you were, partially obscured by some blinds and looking as cold and calculating as ever. I next looked for Operations, your usual mate in The Perch. I had to pinch myself before realizing that it was Jack Bauer you were foiling in this program, and not Nikita, Michael, and the rest of Section 1.
Sweet Joel Surnow, I knew he wouldn't leave you forever mired in obscurity. Well my Madeline, I greatly anticipate the Machiavellian machinations you will surely execute in this, your pseudo-resurrection.
All my fear and admiration,
shrff
Labels: Open Letters
posted by Chris at 3:20 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home