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.
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therapy my friend. Therapy......
I did watch the last hour or so of Lost. I spent a good portion of my day yesterday neglecting my motherly duties to read episode recaps. This is a sickness. You do realize that, right? I went to bed with thoughts of the island in my head. I read My Utmost for His Highest this morning and was convicted again that I need to cast down this idol of mine. Not saying it's anyone else idol, but I know for me it's very real. Yikes. My hubby, too, doesn't see the draw. He just looks at me like I've fallen off the rocker.
I did enjoy Perspective. I laughed out loud!
I HATE LOST! HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. And yet, each and every friggin' episode my husband and I are glued to the stupid tv. I hate how that show sucks me in and I don't get it. The entire two hours I'm asking questions. "What do they mean move the island?" "How Did He end up there?" "What ever happened to the 'beast' that black smokey thing." I DON'T GET IT. I hope when this is all over they come out with a book and I can read it front to back and be like...oh, I get it now.
That's what's so delicious about it. You're not supposed to get it. So many twists and turns and EVERYTHING is a clue. I know they put tons of clues into each episode and so when Hurley moves the chess piece I scream, "THAT'S A CLUE!!" I don't know what it means, but I know it's important because they zoomed the camera in on him doing it.
How am I going to survive until next season???
waa waa waa
I'm confused and love struck and I actually think I might need need meds, we have to wait 8 months?
That is just wrong
Lula, you are cracking me up! There's a reason that I am an unrepentant sinner who doesn't even have cable! Otherwise, I would be totally sucked in to your cult! Did you say that was the season finale? Good- now, show us more pictures of tyour beautiful girls....
My DH doesn't watch it either. I dont' get that! I'm still impressed that you knew who was in the coffin. Where did that Latham name come from? 244 more days...
Are you feeling better?
I feel like I missed out on something BIG... You are so darn funny.
i guessed who was in the coffin, but only like a minute before they showed it. and i said a naughty word too....immediately before the word: keamy.
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