My friends, we have seen a whole lot of crazy in six seasons. But as God is my witness, I’ve never seen anything as freaky as Claire and Sayid smiling blissfully as they walk through the carnage in the last five minutes of Sundown, as the song my mom used to sing me to sleep with played eerily in the background.
It occurred to me today that there are a lot of people|places|things|events from my past that would make a reasonably good name for a band. So without further ado, here is my list of Awesome Band Names Based on Actual Stuff from my Past
Locke gets buried, Sawyer gets blitzed, Smokey goes spelunking, Hurley leads Jack, Kate seeks Claire, and Claire becomes Michael Myers. In the ALT, everyone is way more well-adjusted than they’ve ever been in our reality.
I caught The Princess Bride before typing up this recap. Maybe it’s just transference, but it seemed like there were several nods to that movie in this episode, as well as one truly epic Empire Strikes Back nod.
You live out of your history. It tells you who you are. Which is why change is so very hard. But sometimes in life, you reach the point where it becomes necessary. So as hard as it is, you do it. You do a new story into being.
So we’ve now cleared up for even the really slow among us, that this is not a flashback to the Oceanic 815 flight we remember. And also, that blowing up the bomb was not laser-precise method for fixing everyone’s screwed up lives.
I don’t want my very last season of LOST to be 18 episodes of exposition…I want a rip-roaring, rollicking good story by the end of this thing. It may well be the beginning of the end, but it ain’t over till it’s over, baby.
I’ve felt like I’m living as an alternate reality version of myself. I’ve had this idea of myself as a flaky, creative, unfocused person. I spent most of last year being a high-strung, Type-A person. Neither one really fits. So I have to find a new alternate reality.
We all have a creative impulse. For some, the medium is the significant part. For others, it’s the subject matter–the common theme or motif. For my mom, it was definitely the latter, and the subject was inappropriate humor.
What is it about the Comment field of a blog or the Reply box on a message board that brings out the absolute worst in people? Or is it that these things bring out the worst people?
