One of my favorite elements of 24, other than the ridiculously impossible plots of course, is the fact that it really is in Los Angeles. Whenever a character gives a location's coordinates, it's mildly exciting to know exactly where that is. Yes, I am a geographical narcissist. To add to my conceit, tonight, Jack Bauer's emergency plane landing (yes, you read that right) stopped at the exit to my house.
Not since the Northridge earthquake has this little town seen such action. Too bad it's fiction. :)
