Boy, oh, boy. I am one happy nerd. The final season of Lost started tonight and it was very decent. It kinda felt like they rushed it a bit, but they spent four season not telling us anything and now they're trying to fit all of the answers into two very short seasons. I'm not complaining, exactly, but they effectively answered two HUGE questions and then moved on like it was no big deal. I kinda felt "dealt with."
Anyway, I moved the big T.V. from the garage (long story) into the living room and a couple of friends came over to watch. Betsy was pretty much confused right off the bat because she couldn't remember what happened in last season's finale, in spite of an hour-long recap of the entire series and a very detailed "Previously, on Lost." She eventually gave up and sat down beside me with her laptop and started noisily typing an e-mail. After a very intentional dirty look from me, she moved it into the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later and said that she thought she might come back to the living room, but she would probably just read her book (the one about teenage vampires and werewolves and some girl who can't decide whose lunch she'd rather be). That idea was quickly put down. She finally sat quietly and embraced the confusion.
A fine night, it were. A fine night, indeed.
Thank you,
Matt Beers
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