[ On Lost ]

Okay. It has been no secret that Lost has left me a little wanting this season, but I must admit... now that everyone is all back on the island, things have started to improve a bit. The cliff hanger of Wednesday's episode was easily the best of the season, but the surprise and mind fuckery of what it could all mean in a time-distorted lineage was quickly silenced when the "next week on Lost" revealed the Monty Python adage "I'm not dead yet."

Still. I can't help but wonder if at the end of this entire series, Jack and the others will find themselves back on the original Oceanic Flight 813, flying over the island, and landing safely in LA as if nothing had ever happened. I wonder if they'll remember, if they'll know what they've been through, if they'll look at each other from across the aisle, nod in that dramatic Lost way, and then go their separate ways. Kate to Jail. Claire to deliver her baby. Locke to go rolling on in the wheelchair.

All I know is that the series is building toward something, and it better be the biggest mind fuck of them all. Because if it's average. If it's a sad goodbye. If it's a fucking donkey wheel, then I'm going to long for the days when there were more intriguing questions than stupid answers.

In other news, Kings is definitely worth a look. It's a sophisticated, high class soap opera that reminds me quite a bit of the Westwing, but it has more fanfare, wealth, and spends a lot of time talking about destiny.