Leticia and I have lately been devouring 24 on DVD. We're three-fourths of the way through the second season.
Some things I've learned:
At 59 minutes into every hour, duck. Bad stuff is coming at you.
If you have a daughter, ground her. Just on principle. 'Cause, before you know it, she'll be kidnapped by her date, start rolling with drug dealers, get arrested on suspicion of kidnapping/murder/god-knows-what, permanently cripple her boyfriend, total a car, end up in the middle of a liquor store shootout, hole up in the woods with a crazy survivalist, etc. etc. etc.
Move out of LA. The first two seasons of 24 have already depicted a presidential assassination and a nuclear threat. Leticia tells me that season three involves bioterrorism.
More later, I'm sure...