Wacky Hijinks Ensue

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Next week: Yup, Shannon's good and dead, all right. And Ana Lucia recognizes that Sayid's going to destroy her for that.

Yes, this is my rambling semi-coherent-but-not-really reaction to tonight's Lost.

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Haven't we seen this scene 3 times now? Move. On.

Locke gets angry. Wow.

Trust Kate to fuck it up. It's her special talent!

Kate... just swung the heavy, stick-in-its-frame steel door shut behind her. Now, is she trying to win the Stupid Awards or something?

Kelvin? Are his siblings' names Celsius and Fahrenheit?

"Things are finally returning to normal." "Sayid!" "Oh, hell." HA! Hurley is so very much my favorite character.

Jack IS throwing an internal temper tantrum that Desmond didn't recognize him, isn't he. Whiny Captain Doctor Hero Jack, we salute you!

Oh Lord, it's a research facility built by hippies! They're so very fucked. But I like the "every educational film every shown in school" feel to the orientation strip.

Wait, Helen was the name of his phone-sex lady, right? Oh, this bodes well.

Okay, I know that the island has this whole freaky mystical vibe thing going on, but COME ON! Hitting ocean from that height would be like hitting concrete! She'd've been smushed flat!

Sodium lights in the dark do not a happy Desmond make.

Congrats, Locke! You are "him", after all!

Helen's his Madonna figure.

That store-room is awfully small and full to have been used for over 3 years. Resupplies are coming from somewhere.

Ana-Marie's an OOOther! Ana-Marie's an OOOther! Told ya her story didn't check out.

Gah, with a side order of WTF?!

The inevitable Faith/Science square-off, and Science LOSES!!!

Thank GOD some questions were finally answered on Lost. Not many, mind you, but some. For instance, we now have solid confirmation that Walt has SekritMentalPowahs!! and that Kate enjoys dicking around with Jack's head. No, not like that you pervs.

By the way, lysariala figured out that that number in the mural, 108, is the sum of THE NUMBERS!! I.e. 4+8+15+16+23+42=108 So, considering what's down the tube hatch, Hurley's number-paranoia is fully justified. Poor soccer-player-man, though. How bored must you be to jury-rig all that stuff? I mean, an electromagnet of that strength has gotta be a bitch to build only using gum, spittle, hair clippings and old LPs.

In short? I'm so glad that it's back. :-)

Now for Invasion. The concept is interesting, although tonight's episode was rather exposition-heavy. That's understandable, though, considering that they're setting up the backstory and major thematic elements for the rest of the season/series. Personally, I think that Uncle Dave of the Lone Gunmen and Rose the Observer stole the show. Rose appears to be supplying all the taglines as well: "Mommy, you smell different." "Mom's right there." "No, she's not."

However, I think that everyone can agree with me on one thing: Carlita the cat is coated in teflon. There's no other way that damn cat could make it through a hurricane and a night in the mud without coming out looking like, well, a drowned cat. From now on, she shall be know as Carlita the Teflon Kittie of Doom. "Of Doom" is on probation pending further developments.

GAH!

( mild spoilers for tonight's episode )

Crap. I was all geared up and excited because I thought that this was a new episode of Lost.

( Quizzage Beneath )

And now I'm going to bed. No, really!

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PRE-SHOW: I wonder who is gonna be our flashbacker this episode? Since it's apparently going to be focusing on the increasingly tiresome love triangle among Jack, Kate, and Sawyer, I'm sure it's going to be one of them. I suspect Kate again, as she seems to have the most unrevealed background.

SHOWTIME:
( Spoilers warning )

PREVIEW: Jack really is a tool. Suck it, Jack.