A bit more than a month back, I posted here trying to justify not having television. Tie into the cable network, I protested, and I’d be “dragged by the gateway drugs of The West Wing and Law & Order onto the icy top of a long, slippery slope that runs down, down, down, through Desperate Housewives, Survivor 8 and re-runs of Full House.”

Turns out, however, that even without cable, protected by my standard practice of Netflix-ing past seasons of TV shows one disc at a time, a catchy enough show can still be my undoing.

Friday evening, I threw in the first disc of the first season of 24. By Sunday afternoon, I had downloaded and watched my way through all twenty-four episodes of the first season.

I have, as a result, pre-emptively removed the subsequent seasons from my Netlfix queue. Clearly, I should stop now before this gets any worse.