I’ve already taken flak for being so lazy at maintaining this blog.  Since any excuse would take up too much of my valuable time, I’m simply going to blame it on Ben Linus.  I figure eventually we’ll discover that all things bad originate from him anyway.

Speaking of which, Lost continues to shatter my fragile mind.  I keep trying to stop biting my nails and it’s that damn show that knocks me off the wagon every time.  I could go on about how impressed I am by the complex characters and the acting and blah blah blah.  But it’s so much more fun just to sit back and let it wash over me like fine wine.  Wine laced with LSD and consumed via a wine bong with the Dharma logo on it’s side.  I really don’t know how hey could make the show any better at this point.  Oh, wait a minute, yes I do.  If they could somehow tie it all in with Alias, Star Trek, and Cloverfield.  That would complete me.  

As if on cue, Zelda the cat has started to eat my monitor, doing her own Cloverfield homage.

The thing that’s really bugging me is the missing Daniel Faraday.  It’s driving me nuts.  I want to travel to the core of the island and pull the lever so that I can travel into the future (or the past) and find out what the hell happened.  But alas I cannot.  The wheel is broken.