Now, I'm not one to say "I told...
Now, I'm not one to say "I told you so," but… for several weeks I've been yelling from the rooftops that C.J. definitely wasn't the source of the military shuttle leak. Granted, that was a slightly easier call than, say, the mysterious Mr. Frost predicting the assassination of the president of
Kazakhstan. (Word to the wise: Never get into a dead pool with
that guy.) It just had to be Toby, didn't it? It's perfect. His brother's an astronaut, his new job as press secretary has him around reporters all day and, mostly, because a woefully underused
Richard Shiff has to be looking for the Oval Office exit after seven years. Did anyone else think it looked like President Bartlet already knew it was Toby? That whole exchange about Leo being in trouble felt a little weird. Speaking of a little weird, are we to believe that
Kristin Chenoweth's Annabeth has a thing for Leo? Sure seemed like it on the elevator. If she has some
Catherine Zeta-Jones thing going on, that's cool. But you don't need Charlie Frost's prognostication skills to know that Leo's bum ticker couldn't take too much of that
Wicked action. Nice move by
Santos to snatch the moral high ground from the religious right and the agnostic Vinick, but isn't it odd that evolution is still a hot-button political issue in 2005? C'mon people. Didn't
Spencer Tracy clear all this up in
Inherit the Wind? And what's with the term "intelligent design"? It makes it sound like God got a gig on
Trading Spaces. "Let there be light… but let's make it a nice Tiffany lamp and we'll put it in the corner, next to the chaise." Josh said it best, "It's Creationism in a
Groucho mask."
