September 8, 2013
I finally finished the entire Lost series, and I have to say, I didn’t expect the ending to be so incredibly moving. No, seriously.
But now, every time I think of Sun and Jin, I want to cry! What’s THAT about? And don’t even get me started on Locke.
Oh, crap. No, I just have a little something in my eye, I swear. (Shut up.)
I hate submarines!
I’m sure I’ll be able to formulate a more coherent narrative of my thoughts at some point, once I’m able to finally let go of the feelings swirling about in my brain, of loss and pain, of eternal love, of forgiveness and redemption… But for now, I’ll just focus on the last frame of that final scene, the very last moment, and try to believe.
Everything’s gonna be okay.
August 20, 2013
Confession: Up until two weeks ago, I had never, ever watched an episode of Lost. Not one. Unless you count that one time years ago when Paige made me watch an episode with her, which I don’t, because it was like, the middle of season 5 or something and let’s face it– even with her stellar running commentary to guide me I had NO FREAKING IDEA what the hell was going on. I mean, honestly. What. The. Hell?
(Seriously. Are they in hell? NO! Don’t tell me! DON’T TELL ME! But is it hell? Seems like hell. Or purgatory. Or limbo. I need to brush up on my theology. But don’t tell me.)
It wasn’t a conscious choice on my part to shun the show or anything. No, indeed. I just hadn’t seen it from the beginning, so I missed out on a lot of the culture. You know how it is. Then I heard talk of polar bears and hatches and a bald dude named Locke– which, intriguing?– but by the time season three rolled around I was feeling super stubborn and just didn’t feel like being a joiner.
(Seriously. Why is there a polar bear in hell? I’m only asking. Wait! NO! Don’t tell me! It’s probably not even hell. I’m just spitballing here…)
So I totes missed the boat.
(Get it? Missed the BOAT? Like, “Yay! A boat! We’re saved! Just joking, evil people are going to steal our babies and shoot us and blow up our handmade boat! Nooooo!”?)
Then? THEN?! Along comes Netflix, with all the seasons of Lost, just right there, and BOOM. I’ve spent the past several evenings yelling “What the WHAT?!” and “Sawyer sucks!” and “OMG! What?! Just?! HAPPENED?!” and “Michael! NOOOO!!” at my TV. My throat hurts, my kids think I’m crazy(er), my dreams are FUNKY, but I can’t stop watching. For reals.
(Okay. It’s hell or an alternate dimension. I’m just saying. This is J.J. Abrams, after all. Hey. I’ve seen Alias. I’ve seen Fringe. Dude lives for that stuff. But DON’T TELL ME! Don’t even.)
So… tonight I’m watching the Season 2 finale. It’s a two-parter! Woot! There will be popcorn and chocolate treats involved! And a beverage of some sort! I hope Michael dies! Because he KILLED Libby! Hurley’s LIBBY! And Ana Lucia! Also, so I don’t have to hear “Waaaalt! Waaaaaaaalt!” anymore! Good LORD, man. S that D! Shut it down.
I know, I know. I need help, y’all. I’m utterly, irrevocably Lost.
Edited to add: TD is watching with me, and what with me asking him, “What just happened?! Huh?! No! Don’t tell me!” and punching him in the arm at the end of each episode yelling “WHAT?!”, I’m fairly certain it’s his favorite time with me ever! Yep. We’re building memories here.
July 15, 2012
You know how sometimes you hear a seemingly throwaway quote– a line in a movie, a voice-over on a television show– that catches your attention, I mean really grabs you when you least expect it, just sneaks up and has you by the short hairs before you even know it, and it hurts, because it burns into your brain and soul, and it doesn’t let go? Ever? You know how that happens?
No? Me neither. That’s so totally weird.
But if that were to happen, not that it did, because apparently that is not a “thing,” I’m just saying if it WERE in fact a thing, then this quote from In Plain Sight (thank you, Netflix!)– which, super good show, by the way, I am NOT even kidding, but it’s over now and why didn’t anyone tell me about it, because RUDE?– well, you could say it still has a mighty firm grip on me, a figurative vice-grip tightening on my poor short hairs which is not a pleasant feeling, I tell you what:
Mary Shannon: [voice-over] We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don’t like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because… because… because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.
And while you may read this and wonder, What is she on about? Well, first of all, have you met me? And B, it’s the damnedest thing because I know I can’t ever go back to NOT understanding that I… well, I’m one of the special cases. And honestly? I don’t know what to do with that.
Seriously. What do I do with that?
Yep. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking Diet Dr. Pepper.
And with that lame (but, come on, still funny) play on the classic Airplane bit… Cat out.
June 5, 2012
Just watched the Season 2 finale of Sherlock, The Reichenbach Fall. SO. GOOD. Like, whoa. What I meant to say was… whoa.
Now, I realize that Martin Freeman is VERY busy Hobbiting it up in Middle-earth, adventuring with Thorin and the other dwarves, and Benedict Cumberbatch is being evil and whatnot as the Nectromancer, AKA soon-to-be-Sauron, and lending his awesome voice to the dragon Smaug, but seriously?! No new episodes of Sherlock until next YEAR?! And they don’t even start filming until SPRING 2013?!
Are they trying to KILL me? With THAT ending?! And the new episodes will show first in the U.K. anyway which means I– I mean we— will have to wait… well, a whole lot of time before we pick up where what in the WHAT happened and that is CRAZY talk and are you freaking KIDDING me BBC?!
(Confession: When I’m sick I tend to be a little melodramatic. Deal with my drama.)
May 30, 2012
Today I was suddenly overcome with an irresistible urge to do something crazy. Specifically, sneak into the office lounge and shake every single bottle and can of soda in the community fridge. All of ’em! Every last fizzy one! Leave no can unshaken!
Let’s be clear. This has happened before, this urge, but it’s totally NOT because I am off the Diet DP again, you know, due to it being super unhealthy–not even in a food group, people!–no, not at ALL, because hello? Grown woman, here? I’m mature and shizz. And anyway, water is BEST so I don’t even care at ALL if other people are drinking nasty caffeinated food-groupless beverages that are NOT water and are therefore NOT best. Whatever! DRINK the soda! TASTE the rainbow! I don’t even care! You know why? Because come lunch time… well, there’d be a whole lot of excitement up in hey-ah! Woo!
Fine. Whatever. I’m just a bad person. A bored, bad person with evil soda-shaking thoughts. But I didn’t succumb to temptation so I hope you admire my restraint.
Right, then. Moving on…
…I cannot recommend this show enough– BBC’s Sherlock.
BBC One describes it thus: “Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson’s adventures in 21st Century London. A thrilling, funny, fast-paced contemporary reimagining of the Arthur Conan Doyle classic.”
Yep, they’ve shed the Victorian trappings but preserved the dark humor and clever wordplay of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes, and guys? It’s genius.
The casting is spot-on; I’ve never seen this Benedict Cumberbatch chap before, but I tell you what. He is absolutely mesmerizing as the enigmatic genius detective. And if you don’t just want to hug Dr. John Watson (Martin Freeman) after watching the show, well, I wash my hands of you.
Because really. It’s ace! Absolutely BRILL. Okay, not every episode is perfect, but the character moments, especially between Watson and Holmes, usually make up for it. And when everything is clicking… dude, it is ON. FIRE. Like nothing else on television! True story. Plus the production value is amaaahzing, so check it out. Or don’t. I don’t even care. It’s your life.