24.
A lot of people love the TV show, 24. I've never seen it. But I understand it's a show about Julia Roberts' ex-boyfriend running around solving mysteries, or murders, or math problems or something, and it takes place over the course of 24 hours.
We have a different version of 24 around our house. It's 24 minutes of pure fantastic. 24 minutes of unparalled, uninterrupted happiness. It's called Baby Neptune. And it lasts exactly 24 minutes long.
How do we know? Because we know that when we pop that bad boy in, not only will the Hurricane enjoy a puppeted tribute to all things aquatic, we will have 24 minutes to do whatever we want to do. Within reason. And within 24 minutes.
You say you don't have enough time in the day. I say we don't have enough time in the Baby Neptune.
Because the DVD is short. And you have to live it to the fullest.

We get this. And we now know how much can actually happen in 24. How much is physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually possible. So, circle the world with love, welcome week survivors. That's right. Because we have pushed these 1,440 seconds to the ultimate limit. Live action adventure.
My current record = I can spot clean the entire house, do the dishes, make the Hurricane's food for the day, start a load of whites, finish writing a press release, and return four emails. All in 24 minutes. All between 5:14 and 5:38 a.m.
So Donald Sutherland's kid can kiss it. Because even he can't hang with this kind of extreme multi-tasking race-to-the-finish reality drama.
We have a different version of 24 around our house. It's 24 minutes of pure fantastic. 24 minutes of unparalled, uninterrupted happiness. It's called Baby Neptune. And it lasts exactly 24 minutes long.
How do we know? Because we know that when we pop that bad boy in, not only will the Hurricane enjoy a puppeted tribute to all things aquatic, we will have 24 minutes to do whatever we want to do. Within reason. And within 24 minutes.
You say you don't have enough time in the day. I say we don't have enough time in the Baby Neptune.
Because the DVD is short. And you have to live it to the fullest.

We get this. And we now know how much can actually happen in 24. How much is physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually possible. So, circle the world with love, welcome week survivors. That's right. Because we have pushed these 1,440 seconds to the ultimate limit. Live action adventure.
My current record = I can spot clean the entire house, do the dishes, make the Hurricane's food for the day, start a load of whites, finish writing a press release, and return four emails. All in 24 minutes. All between 5:14 and 5:38 a.m.
So Donald Sutherland's kid can kiss it. Because even he can't hang with this kind of extreme multi-tasking race-to-the-finish reality drama.





10 Comments:
Hee! Just wait another month of two until Sesame Street becomes interesting. Then you'll have a whole hour to yourself a day.
You won't know what to do with yourself!
You know what else reminds me of "24"?! Reruns. Uh-huh...I said it!
More photos of the Hurricane, please!
You need more videos and a playpin with a net over the top.
Oh ...but Keifer/Jack is sooooooo hottt....plus there's the 24 drinking game - every time someone says (certain words) you take a drink. Two other words:
Boo-Ba. Boooo-Baaa.
Oh ...but Keifer/Jack is sooooooo hottt....plus there's the 24 drinking game - every time someone says (certain words) you take a drink. Two other words:
Boo-Ba. Boooo-Baaa.
so, in other words, we can do your version of 24, just minute by minute. write the treatment, i can proof it for you (and get credit as proproducer and 20% cut if it makes it to networks)
Loved this post!
I'm rushing out to get that DVD now. I could use an extra 24 minutes.
hi mama cheese
get all the einsteins
baby galileo is good before bedtiime
my daughter's got the whole set
she learned a lot from them
you sure can do a lot in 24 minutes
i was lucky to take a shower + grab some food + clothes
What is it about Baby Einstein anyway? My four year old still asks for these videos sometimes. They worry me. They're like magic mushrooms for babies. . . . Although Julie Clark sure seems soothing.
Oh, those Baby Einstein days. I lived for that opening, twinkly music at the beginning.
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