You know you have been watching JAG too long when...
1. You refer to your closest male friend as "sailor" even though he is a computer science major.
2. You hum the JAG theme song when out in public just in case one of the characters or a producer happens to walk by.
3. Friday nights from 8:00-11:00 are blocked out as JAG time (yes, even though the show is only on from 9:00-10:00... I need time to prepare before and vent afterwards!!!).
4. You steal quotes from the show and use them on your coworkers and/or students (FYI: The latter tend to have a hard time grasping what you are saying).
5. When a scene in the show calls for someone to rewind a tape and play it back in slow motion (as in this weeks "Camp Delta"), you find the spot in the show before the characters realized that this could be done in order to see if you can do the same thing.
6. You find out that number five really does work!
7. Your blog's name is "Future JAG Screenwriter"
8. Your dog's name is "Future JAG Screenwriter"
9. You begin to seriously consider joining the Navy in order to become part of JAG (FYI: This is not recommended. My college roommate just took a class on the LSAT--in order to GET IN TO law school--and she claims that older men have been heard "prayin for their mamma's" because it was so hard. Also, apparently when 7+the square root of Aunt Ethel's fruitcake-your dog's purple sweater vest=The Capital of Japan is Your Mom).
and... last but not least...
10. When Harm says (and here I paraphrase) "Your Honor, Prosecution is going on a fishing expedition... this would work if it was a senate hearing and not a court marshall"... You remember that a few weeks ago there was an episode about a father/son fishing expidition and a senate hearing, compliments of our new friend Maj. Gen. Gordon Creswell.
P.S. To any JAG producers out there who happen to be reading this: PLEASE HIRE ME NOW. Who else would realize such things as #'s 5,6, and 10? Exactly. So what are you waiting for? Let's burry the hatchet and head on out. Oh wait, that's supposed to be let's make like a baby and head on out... hmmm... Well, you get my drift, yes?
2. You hum the JAG theme song when out in public just in case one of the characters or a producer happens to walk by.
3. Friday nights from 8:00-11:00 are blocked out as JAG time (yes, even though the show is only on from 9:00-10:00... I need time to prepare before and vent afterwards!!!).
4. You steal quotes from the show and use them on your coworkers and/or students (FYI: The latter tend to have a hard time grasping what you are saying).
5. When a scene in the show calls for someone to rewind a tape and play it back in slow motion (as in this weeks "Camp Delta"), you find the spot in the show before the characters realized that this could be done in order to see if you can do the same thing.
6. You find out that number five really does work!
7. Your blog's name is "Future JAG Screenwriter"
8. Your dog's name is "Future JAG Screenwriter"
9. You begin to seriously consider joining the Navy in order to become part of JAG (FYI: This is not recommended. My college roommate just took a class on the LSAT--in order to GET IN TO law school--and she claims that older men have been heard "prayin for their mamma's" because it was so hard. Also, apparently when 7+the square root of Aunt Ethel's fruitcake-your dog's purple sweater vest=The Capital of Japan is Your Mom).
and... last but not least...
10. When Harm says (and here I paraphrase) "Your Honor, Prosecution is going on a fishing expedition... this would work if it was a senate hearing and not a court marshall"... You remember that a few weeks ago there was an episode about a father/son fishing expidition and a senate hearing, compliments of our new friend Maj. Gen. Gordon Creswell.
P.S. To any JAG producers out there who happen to be reading this: PLEASE HIRE ME NOW. Who else would realize such things as #'s 5,6, and 10? Exactly. So what are you waiting for? Let's burry the hatchet and head on out. Oh wait, that's supposed to be let's make like a baby and head on out... hmmm... Well, you get my drift, yes?
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