I want to start off by apologizing for the last blog post, which was apparently penned by none other than Mopey McMoperson, a whiny Irishman of some renown.
So I've been sitting on every episode of LOST from this season; I've just been waiting. Can't really sure why, just have been. So yesterday I figured it was time to get back on the horse. Now, up until now, my relationship with LOST has had similar symptoms to that of an abusive relationship. At the beginning it was fun. We were learning new things about each other and the mystery was exciting. OOOooo... what's so special about Walt? Who are the Others? That kind of thing. But as the relationship goes on, you realize you aren't getting any answers. Maybe you Google their name. What you find doesn't just raise more questions, but you're weirded out by what others are saying about this new influence in your life. You start to demand answers and are punished for it. Eventually you just learn to keep your mouth shut.
I missed the entirety of season 3, and part of me is proud of that. I come back in season 4 and they're doing flash forwards... holy shit. Now we're getting somewhere. Not only is the narrative structure unique, especially for television, but there's a pin-prick of understanding. The edge pieces of the puzzle are starting to reveal themselves (FYI, I've switched metaphors). Now in season 5, it seems they've finished off the edges for us. Time travel. Thank GAWD! This is a notion I can deal with, and use to make sense of what's been going on. The island moves in space and time. OK. Sounds great. The characters are interesting again, too.
Also, I watched the Firefly pilot again for the first time in about two years. What a fucking good show.
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