I'm in the second season of Lost now, and I just saw the episode that shows how Charlie's brother sold his piano, and I am so furious about it. It's like "The Gift of the Magi" gone perversely awry. I shouldn't get so het up about TV, but having children brought my emotions even closer to the surface than they were before, when I just had my Herd genes making me cry at supermarket openings and whatnot.
Speaking of het up, when John and I used to play Boggle he would not believe that "het" was a word, or "het up" a legitimate phrase. It is, by the way. It's a colloquialism for "heated up," as in losing one's temper. And he spanked me at Boggle every dang time we played, so we don't play that anymore. I played Boggle like Scrabble, looking for words like "cuneiform," while John busily writing down 2- and 3-letter words and their plurals--a winning strategy, it turned out. And I always wasted him at Scrabble (which I submit to you takes more skill and word knowledge to win), so we don't play that anymore either.
On the JST of James
2 days ago
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and Lost will just get better and better as you get deeper into the seasons. I never saw it when it was first on television and then got hooked on the DVDs from Netflix. I could watch them again.
This upcoming final season has a lot of questions to answer and I'm going to be so pissed it they wimp out with simplistic answers to some of the mysteries.
Go Smoke Monster!
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