If things have gone according to plan, by the time you read this I’ll be gone. In Mexico to be precise. The very last episode of Lost will be set to air tonight, and depending on the fine cable/satellite system available in Cabo San Lucas I may or may not be watching. This post is my constant. Feel free to discuss the events in my absence.
Did you know I’ve been using the same font and placement each week for my header image? It’s true. I didn’t do it from the first episode but I’ve done it for the last nine. Here they all are in one super sweet, long-ass image:
Whatever happens to Jack and the gang tonight it’s important to remember how awesome this show was when it started, and if it feels like it’s been a bit of a let-down this season it’s only because they set such a high bar for themselves.
I hope Jack gets to kick some Smoke Monster ass. I hope he gets some happiness on the island. I hope there’s a Return of the Jedi like ending where they play some goofy song and have a party and Jack leans up against a palm tree and looks over at the ghosts of his dad, Sayid, and Jacob, chilling and looking pleased with themselves. Most of all I just hope it isn’t a fuck-you ending: “It’s all a dream,” “The bad guy wins,” “We end where we started,” etc.
I guess we’ll see. I’m definitely curious. And if I can’t get ABC in Mexico, rest assured that I will get duly plastered, swim to an island, battle unseen forces, and call people “Brother” until I get arrested.