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The Road Goes On

Wednesday, July 06, 2005 at 9:13 PM

You're going to have to trust me . . . .

Forty-Eight hours of my life that I'll never get back . . . .

I admit it. My wife and I have watched the DVDs of Seasons One and Two of "24" in the last three weeks.

I haven't lounged in front of the TV this much in a long time. And I generally maintain an attitude of smug superiority toward prime-time TV, making this a pretty humbling confession.

In our defense:
No doubt, it's an extremely violent show, particularly for network TV. As an almost-convinced pacifist, I have to at least wonder if watching a parade of killings and violent interrogations can be merely mindless diversion. So I can understand the inspriation for Camassia's recent reflections on playing Risk with Mennonites.

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