I had the misfortune of having to watch the second episode of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles on Monday night. If you don’t know what it’s about, lucky you; it takes place right after the events of Terminator 2: Judgin’ Days and involves Sarah Connor trying to keep her teenage son and future leader of the resistance John safe from Terminator robots. This show is miserable. While the premise is sort of neat, everything else about it is not. Why does every Fox show have to be filmed to look like Fastlane? I don’t get it. People don’t miss that show. (Though I’ve been hearing a lot of Obama/Bellamy ‘08 buzz.) (On all my tumblr blogs.)

At some point in the show, Sarah and her son time traveled from 1999 to 2008 to escape something or other. This leads to a wacky situation where Sarah is trying to buy fake IDs from a gang member, he tells her they are more expensive since 9/11, and she is all “What’s 9/11?” Awkward! Luckily, the gang members explain it to her.

Eek! I am mesmerized. I can’t stop staring at it. (Just like the real thing.) I hope this scene was storyboarded and that somebody got paid to say, “no, one hand should be the plane, two fingers of his other hand the tower, and then they both shatter. Also, he shouldn’t have a shirt on.”

This is the whole scene:

I think the point they are making is that James Cameron predicted 9/11? Al Qaeda=Skynet! Think about it, sheeple!

Mostly this makes me really nervous about time travel. Especially considering how I recently came across a real photograph which clearly shows that when I am about twenty years older I time travel back to 1970 to run a bowling alley and maybe make sure those two in the front fall in love. This is fine with me because my favorite show for many years was Quantum Leap.

I am hoping each time that the next leap will be the leap home.