Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Pope, a British woman, and a Chinese guy walk into a bar...

Welcome to Lost Cyber Meeting #1,214

Agenda

Action Item #1: Desmond Jr.
So Desmond and Penny, heretofore known, in this J-Lo, Bennifer society in which we live, as Denny, have a baby. Great. Perpetuate the crazy.

Action Item #Deux:
Explosive Scene!
That explosion scene by the creek was awesome! Did you see those people go flying? They went totally sideways. I laughed until I cried. Is that wrong? Hey, they were extras and they meant nothing to you and you know it. Don't you judge me.

Action Item #Three: Like Lassie Barking When Timmy Falls in the Well...
...the music people on Lost are trying to tell us something. The dramatic swells of music when someone says something (like when Julia says "because they're OTHERS") make me feel like something earth shattering has been revealed, and I should be blown away. But 93.8% of the time, I have no idea what the revelation is, and then I feel badly about myself. So instead I find myself on the couch clapping and saying "oooh the pretty music!" I used to think I was smart. That was before Lost.

Action Item #D: Sawyer in a Sombrero
I had paused Lost when it came on, and was watching on a delay so I could fast forward through the commercials. But I accidentally hit a button on the remote and changed to channel 6. some sort of Mexican soap opera. I'll have you know that a) it took me about 20 minutes to realize it was not Lost (I figured they were Spanish-speaking others), and b) part of me wished I didn't have to go back to the island. The part of me that is dead inside because of this show.

Action Item #IV: Want Lashes Like These?
Ask Richard, heretofore known as Manscara for those long lasting lashes of his. What is this bomb of which everyone speaks? Daniel expects anyone to believe that he's in love with Nose Bleed? That's a flimsy excuse, and I can't believe Manscara fell for it.

Action Item #Whatev: Latin Shmatin
Latin is the language of the enlightened, huh? And of the Others? Well little do they know that the language of the Lost Cyber Meeting Consortium is also Latin...Pig Latin. And to my fellow LCMCers, I say this:
is-thay ow-shay ucks-say

Awards Ceremony
The winner for the most common sense statement of the night goes to Blonde Chick with Gun:

"You expect me to believe that you, a British Woman and a Chinese man are all members of the United States Army?"

She gets extra points because not only does it make sense, it also sounds like one of those jokes...The Pope, a
British woman and a Chinese guy walk into a bar..." Tap, tap tap...is this thing on?

Action Item #Sicks: Where are Archie and Veronica?
Who names an atomic bomb Jughead? That's not very scary. If I were naming an atomic bomb I would name it something like "The Pulverizer" or "Kaplooey" or "Sarah Palin" or something similarly terrifying. Certainly not Jughead.

Emergency Intervention
Much like our angry commenter AM from the last post, I, too, am feeling overwhelmed and rage-filled. Where are the Oceanic 6? I say less extras, more SAG card carrying actors, please. A week without whiny Jack welling up with tears is like a week when Sawyer keeps his shirt on. And buttoned. Despite all the dramatic music swells. Let's support each other as we deal with this loss. Counselors are available throughout the day.

Message from crazed person in the back of the meeting room:

ARE YOU TELLING ME THE YOUNG OTHER, AKA CHARLES WIDMORE, IS PENNY'S FATHER???? I TAKE IT THAT HAS TO DO WITH TIME TRAVEL THEN? LIKE, OH I DON'T KNOW, 40 YEARS AGO? BECAUSE IF THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME, WHY DON'T YOU JUST PUT ME IN AN ICE FILLED BATH TUB AND STEAL MY KIDNEYS, BECAUSE THAT WOULD HURT LESS. DON'T YOU DO THIS TO ME, JJ ABRAMS. JUST DON'T!

Ok, sorry for that disruption. Security has been called.

Oops, the crazy person's back.

NINETEEN FIFTY FRICKIN' FOUR? WELL YOU CAN SHOVE NINETEEN FIFTY FRICKIN' FOUR UP YOUR A...

Ok, good job security. Easy with the taser.

Action Item #7: Nose Bleed
You know, I still have some winter dryness, so I don't appreciate Nose Bleed's scenes. I still suspect I've been exposed to Dharma gasses.

Questions & Answers

Anger Management Breakout Session

Hot Breakfast Buffet

Adjourn

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Whisper All You Want, YouTube Hears All

Thanks to Stephanie for the mind blowing link below. Stephanie spent most of Thursday evening adamantly trying to convince us that Sawyer told Kate in the helicopter (before his triple lutz into the water) that he had a daughter and that he wanted Kate to find her. We all thought it was the vodka talking, but through some admirable Googling she has proven her case:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5W2-dvSzKk

Talk amongst yourselves...

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Rainy Days and Time Travel Always Get Me Down

Welcome to the Lost Season Premiere Symposium. We have a lot to cover, so let's get down to business. Quiet in the back, please.

Agenda

Action Item #1: Time Travel...How Stupid Does That Guy Think We Are?
The chubby construction worker in the Mine Before Time said it best...and apparently JJ and crew think we're pretty stupid. I can't even really argue. And just when I wasn't feeling quite stupid enough, the caption "three years earlier" comes up on the screen. Fantastic! Now we have time travel AND flashbacks. Why don't you just kick me in the brain repeatedly?

Action Item #2: Shirtless Sawyer: Past, Present, and Future
Though he's looking a little man-boobier than I remember, and his love handles are a little more, well, love handle-esque, the sight of Sawyer remains my go to happy place when the time travel just gets to be too much.

Action Item #3: Where's Boone?
So if Locke got sent back to when the drug plane crashed, why is he even on the island? Because the drug plane crashed before Oceanic 815 ever crashed. So shouldn't they be in LA or Australia or wherever merrily living their lives? And does this mean we're going to see Boone again, since if the plane just crashed, he hasn't had a chance to die yet? If Shannon comes back, I'm outta here.

URGENT UPDATE:

It's Pre-Dead Ethan! I forgot how creepy Ethan is!

Action Item #4: Misty Water Colored Memories...
...of the Best. Girl Fight. Ever. Said memories were brought on by Sigh-eed's fight in the motel with whoever those guys were. Did anyone else see shades of the Sydney-Faux Francie fight scene from Alias? I believe the kitchen counter and dishwasher were used in similar ways. I'm sorry, I need a minute, I'm getting all nostalgic..."Francie doesn't like coffee ice cream." Sniff.

URGENT UPDATE IN POEM FORM:

Ana Lucia,
Good to see ya!

Moment of Silence:
Sawyer put a shirt on

Action Item #E: Jill the BUTCHer
Who's Jill? Have we met her before? Is she going to put Locke in the meat grinder? Because they did that on the Sopranos once. Now there was a quality show. No time travel there.

Action Item #6: Who the frick is Neil?
Who is this annoying extra? I'm glad he got shot with a flaming arrow. I don't usually wish that for people, but he really had it coming. Plus, that guy is from some really annoying commercial from a long time ago. I feel like he was a pizza delivery guy or something in the commercial. I will give five dollars to anyone who can tell me what commercial he was in, b/c it will drive me crazy. Oh, and by "five dollars" I really mean "nothing".

VINCENT THE DOG SPOTTING!
We have visual confirmation that he is alive and well. Well, provided one of the flaming arrows doesn't get him...

Buzzkill Alert
Sawyer's disgusting foot. Put that thing away.

Action Item #Seven: What is this, Good Will Hunting?
Who's the Judi Dench look alike in the Little Green Riding Hood doing equations and such? Have we met her before? Is she Superman's mother? What the hell is going on?

Concerns
As someone prone to nose bleeds (pretty hot, right?), I am concerned by what's occuring with Red Head with Accent. I had heretofore assumed the occasional winter dryness led to my nasal issues, however now I am concerned that I may have been exposed to Dharma Initiative gasses. If anything happens to me, tell the world my story...

Questions & Answers

Refreshment Break:
Fritters and Frappucinos in the back, please help yourself

Reminder about dress code
(pants are NOT optional)

Adjourn

Where We Left Off...

I wish I hadn't found this. It brought up all sorts of painful memories from last season. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to go back to the island...

February 2008

An Open Letter to JJ Abrams

Dear JJ,

How dare you play with my heart again. After all we have been through. You promised, PROMISED things would be different this time. "It's cool, baby, it's not like Alias", you used to say, with your dark curly hair and delightfully geeky horn rimmed glasses. "I won't hurt you again, I promise. That whole 'let's destroy SD-6 and basically retool this whole series to capture a bigger audience thing' was a mistake. It didn't mean anything. I was thinking of you the whole time." Oh, how I believed every word.

But you...youuuuu...I should have known that I couldn't change you. It's my own fault really. I left, I found the strength to walk away. And I thought of you, I thought of you so often. Every Thursday night at 9 I'd wonder what you were doing. Were you with other fans? But I was strong, I didn't look back. And then this winter...I missed you so much. And those ads you took out on TV...little 30 second love letters dedicated to me and only me...telling me of all the fun we could have this season...how every second would be exciting, explosive even! And truth be told, I was lonely. Oh sure I had some fun -- a LOT of fun, don't you kid yourself mister -- with shows like House Hunters, Reba reruns, and Food Network till I puked. But it wasn't like it was with you. So I decided to try and love you again. And I came back to you.

And you're right, it was fun for the first few weeks. Exciting. Explosive. Yada. But you started drifting again last week. You were all over the place. And then tonight. When you...I can't even say it...give me a minute...I promised myself I wouldn't cry...when I found out about the time travel...
What kind of a sicko are you? You need to get your head together, mister.

Well hardy har har, huh? I guess the joke is on me. Because here I am, surrounded by empty gin bottles, chain smoking and rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Just like old times, huh JJ? Well let me tell you, if I walk away again, I am never coming back. Never! DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME! You can be so cruel sometimes.

I'll say this once, and just once... You better figure out what you want, mister. LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU! You straighten up and treat me like the f'ing lady that I am or I'm outta here. And then we'll just see who's LOST, won't we?

Where are my limes...........

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I Hereby Call This Blog to Order

The Lost Agendas has arrived.

We are going back to the island.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

8 p.m.
Annual "WTF is Going On" series recap

9 p.m.
Season premiere

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