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Ah, but of course it was Nina Myers. I mighda known that scheming bitch would be at the bottom of all this...

Still, who cares, now that Miguel's on the scene? Darn it, if you guys had told me about him I'd have watched this whole thing a lot sooner. Hummuna hummuna! He dresses like a 1991 British indie kid (why do American 'rock' people do this?), fights like Jean-Claude van Damme, had his own recording stuido, loves kids, isn't afraid to mess with the authorities, is happy to rush across town, leaving his place of work, just because his girlfriend gets a bit whiney on the phone and then when she says there's a nuclear bomb about to go off in Los Angeles, he believes her and (and this is the crucial point for me) helps her escape, rather than rushing back to his recording studio to save his guitars,which is undoubtedly what Prince Charming would do. And hell, I respect him for that, but you know, sometimes I dream...

Another thing: I'm up to 1pm now, and no one yet seems to have realised the comic potential of dropping in the classic "there's a bomb in the city!"/"a buh--!!"/"no, not a buh, a bomb" dialogue. What this show needs is Leslie Nielsen - dagnabbit, if I was dying of radiation poisoning and only had 12 hours to live, I could sure use him popping up to say "the encryption key? what is it?"/"it's a series of numbers and letters that would allow us to decipher the files we transferred to NSA, but that's not important right now".