Tuesday night, 8:22 pm. That's...
Tuesday night, 8:22 pm. That's when they got me. If you were here last week, you know I was skeptical about this whole sea-monster situation — and I must confess, I tuned in to Episode 2 with my eyes primed and ready to roll. And then I saw the baby beastie. How cute was that thing? I kinda want one to swim around in my bathtub and electrocute my goldfish. Yeah, yeah, so it'll grow up to eat aircraft carriers and possibly take over the Earth — but lookit! With the blinky eyes and little flippers! Can we keep him?
Meanwhile, Dr. Laura (not that one), her son and Fisherman Rick snoop around the South Carolina coast trying to get a glimpse of the beached "whale" that's got the military's skivvies in a bunch. Poor impressionable Jesse, decked out in camouflage and crouching in a hagfish-filled swamp, finally has to wonder, "Mom, are we breaking the law?" You know whose kids don't have to ask that question? People who have baby-sitters. Just a suggestion.
Tue, Sep 27, 2005