Hit the road, Jack

I am so cheap. I know it, you know it, yet it surprises me every time just how cheap I am. Last night was the season finale of 24, and they had me again. I mean, it's not like the world's not in imminent danger in real life, I have to watch about it on TV? Yes, yes, I do. Because on TV, I know that the unbearably hot and stoic Jack Bauer is going to save the world. And he didn't let me down. I love Jack. I would so marry his fictional, emotionally-traumatized-and-damaged-for-life ass.

So after two hours of sheer Jack goodness, they end the season with Jack on the lam. It's this gorgeous yet ridiculous shot of Jack going off into the sunrise with these bad-ass aviator sunglasses. And then they hit me with the tease for next season: "The first year, he saved the President. The second year, he saved the city. Then he saved the country. Now, he's saved the world. If you think you know what he's going to do next, You. Don't. Know. Jack." It was awesome. And frankly, the only thing keeping me going until next January.