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An interpretive recreation of George and I watching the Lost season finale . . .

George: You know, a guy getting blown up isn't supposed to be funny.

Whitney: (snickering) I can't help it. Everything Hurley says is funny.

A little later . . .

George: What was that?!?

Whitney: All I saw was smoke . . .

George: What's that thing ripping out the trees?

Whitney: It sounded like a dinosaur.

George: A dinosaur? I don't think it was a dinosaur.

Whitney: That's what it sounded like. A mechanical dinosaur. With, um, you know . . . smoke.

And still later . . .

Whitney: Did they just . . . Holy crap!

George: Oh my GOD . . .

Whitney: Who was that?

George: They shot Sawyer!

Whitney: Who shot Sawyer? What's happening?

George: Walt!

Whitney: Oh no, Walt! Who were those toothless ruffians who just kidnapped WALT?

George: I think they were pirates!

Whitney:

George: What?

Whitney: Pirates? On a motor boat?

George: Well, they looked like pirates.

It was an amazing finale, and yet . . . a total rip-off. I thought questions were supposed to be answered. Okay, so we learned that the baby's name was Aaron, but come on . . . I wanted some answers to the good stuff. I wanted to know about the numbers, and what's under the hatch, and who The Others are (although I suppose that was sort of answered vis a vis the motor boat pirates), and what that smoke monster thing was.

It's going to be a long summer.

Posted 26 May 2005 at 12:58 PM