Usually my posts are well-thought out (that's open to discussion, surely) and there's a bit of method to my proverbial madness. This one, though, this one is impulsive.
I just watched the season finale of Lost. The last half of the season has really turned the show around. You may have noticed that I've written about how far astray Lost has become (It was a long time ago, but due to my hiatuses, it's not that far down the page). This was written mostly on impulse as well after watching an entire episode about popping the clutch of an old VW bus. After this . . . I couldn't imagine it playing a part in the actual storyline.
I was proved wrong tonight.
I'm glad that I was. I've always liked Lost despite being frustrated with it (on a side note... I can't believe I'm posting about a TV show. Of all of the issues that I could be discussing [i.e. rogue unicorns] I write about Lost). Plus Hurley (the big, Teddy-bearish guy) after being berated with a few "you can't come with us, you'll slow us down and get us killed" (AKA "you're too fat, Mr. Fatty McFatFat") he plays hero and saves the day. With what?
That stupid VW bus.
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See...the finale was too much for me. The death of Charlie ruined Wednesdays for me...not to mention the depressing "flash forward" where we see our hero turn into a pill popping, suicidal drunk...I can't handle this...did you see the one with Charlie's "greatest hits" it was too much for me...
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