That's the sound made when I hit the floor in a crumpled mess. There was, thankfully, an absense of feces. And just a drop of urine.
WE GOT SOME ANSWERS, Lost lovers! I cried. I sobbed. I rejoiced. I freaked. I even said a naughty word (sometimes it just can't be helped, folks), which in turn prompted my husband to shake his head in disgust while uttering, "I don't get this. What's the big deal?"
Honey, the big deal is that this show is a BIG DEAL. A very BIG DEAL.
Those of you who aren't right with God and not watching Lost are all, "Whatever, please post about something else." The rest of us, or the annointed ones, such as we are, fully respect beautiful & worthy television. And we wanna blog about it from the rooftops.
I'll say no more...don't wanna spoil anything for those who haven't watched yet. (Sinners.) But I will go back and answer some of my questions from the previous post. And I'll also brag on how I remained spoiler-free this entire season (a first!) and predicted a major event of tonight's show. (Hint: I knew who was in the coffin. Knew it, knew it, knew it...and still stared in disbelief when we finally learned that identity.) Not a big fan of bragging on myself (you know, "pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall..."), but when I actually figure out something on Lost, it's such a major event that I fully believe parades should be held in my honor. And ooooh, can some of the cast members be grand marshalls?
Lost...how I love thee...but I can't count high enough to list the ways.