Honest J.B.'s Old Fashioned Weblog

Courier New. Increasing page count slightly since 1955. Way easier and more fun to read than this shitty font.  Thanks, Howard "Bud" Kettler! 

Came down with a chest cold that traveled into my upper sinuses and back four or five days ago. Pretty much over it today, only a slightly nagging cough remains. With the exception of eating a Merkel-made Korean hoagie yesterday, this weekend pretty much was worthless.  

Man, it was just great to see Lindsay last week. Her and Monty are ridiculously wonderful to hang out with. Monty is apparently short for Montana, Montgomery, and Montague. Hopefully I'll see those two on their way back to Missouri.

One of the finest episodes of Lost ever aired this past week. "Ab Aeterno" focused on the secret origin of Richard Alpert. We found out just how old he was, and how he stays so young and supple. It was really rewarding to have such a well-acted, answers-heavy episode. I've really enjoyed this season, but I'm definitely a Lost-can-do-no-wrong kinda guy. 

That said I've been annoyed with this season like I haven't really been in previous seasons, even the third. I think it's because I kind of expect to be blown away with sweet mythology each episode because we're in the LAST SEASON EVER, here. It's so late in the game and I can't help but be a bit nervous that the conclusion won't be satisfying. I mean, how built up is it? And not everyone has held on the whole time, the show has been plagued with declining ratings from time to time. Those that have stuck around is expecting some sweet, enriching nourishment from the endgame. I know I am.

Lost has taken its time and done it exactly the way it wants.  Of all of the thousands of theories on Lost, I don't think anyone has posited "Lost is Tantric Sex" yet. It's taken 112 episodes to reach the climax, and the show is really saving up for it. And how terrible would it be if at the end, after all that, right before it was over your balls got kicked?