(posted by ben axelrad)
Coming at you a day late with my weekly LOST coverage ’cause T.J. hogged the site yesterday with his awesome interview. I’m glad you wrote an excellent post dude, but the rest of us need to use the internet too.
Anyhoo . . . LOST!
Of all the seeming impossibilities made prosaic on LOST, none seems more far-fetched to me than anyone following Hurley anywhere that didn’t have a snack bar or a water bong. Hurley found weed on that island, right? No one could stay that dumb, calm, and hungry without cannabinoids.
Speaking of drugs on the island, I bet after three years people are starting to get pissed all Charlie’s heroine burned up. I would’ve been pissed after three hours. This ain’t NA, bitch, we’re stranded on an inescapable island and you just torched our only artifice of escapism. If I was there this is how it would’ve gone down:
Charlie, did you find heroine?
Uhhhh…Nooooooo. This isn’t heroine.
Cut the crap, dude. That’s heroine.
Fine. But don’t tell anyone.
I’m telling EVERYONE. Hey everyone!
Charlie found heroine! Let’s all do heroine.
They don’t do heroine.
I don’t either. But this is the worst situation
ever and rumor has it that’s the best shit ever.
I think we’ll make an exception.
EVERYONE, COME QUICK!
Shhhh! You’re going to get me in trouble.
I’m a recovering addict.
Dude, no one cares about your stupid addiction.
One, we only met your junkie ass like a week ago.
And two, we just fucking plane-crashed on an
island they’re NEVER gonna find. You think
Hurley’s counting calories or Shannon’s working
on being less of a giant twat? No.
“Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em,” brother.
But I had a real problem with the stuff.
Yeah, well you have a few real problems now too.
And most of them won’t get you high as shit.
Try catching a buzz off that homicidal billow of
anthropomorphic black smoke.
I guess you’re right. Let’s do some heroine.
After this we should try my addiction.
Oh yeah? What’s that?
Masturbating to tropical polar bears.
Don’t judge me, junkie.
This island is magical.
We all know the island cures everything except death, and apparently heroine addiction. So that means either heroine addiction is as bad as death or the island condones it. I mean, am I wrong? Probably.
Don’t do drugs, kids. Unless you’re stranded with me on an island. Or in a prison. Or at a somewhat long stop light.
My name is Ben and LOST is my drug of choice (as are drugs).
(posted by ben axelrad)
***LOST SPOILERS (SLIGHT, BUT STILL…)***
If you watched last night’s episode of LOST you are probably wrestling with the same skepticism I am, knowing that moments of clarity are always followed by one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps. Every season, in one of these formative episodes, we are granted more information than we’re prepared to handle and then left to our own mental wanderings. Last night:
Anyone who has made it this far with LOST knows that understanding the show is, at best, being able to decipher between misinformation and disinformation. By now I think I can tell when a character is lying, but that has never brought me any closer to the truth. UNTIL NOW. Unless this is just another one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps. I don’t think it is.
(I had evidence to back up my claims in the form of very astute notes recorded during last night’s episode, but I spilled au jus from a French Dip on them. True story. Was THAT one of Rousseau’s elaborate traps?)
Consider this analogy: LOST is like the weekend-long high school party you throw while your parents are away. As crazy as it can get over the course of Friday and Saturday, Mom and Dad are coming home on Sunday so eventually you need to stop partying and start cleaning up. Sure, Sunday is still fun, your best friends stick around to help you clean, but it’s fun with a purpose, knowing that if the house isn’t spotless your parents are going to be pissed and never leave you home alone again.
Of course, some weekend-long high school parties are thrown by bad kids who destroy their parents’ home and get sent off to military school, so analogously that’s a possibility for LOST too. But I think they’re going to do everything within reason to tidy up their mess. It’s really just a matter of whether the the house will be Spic and Span or will the lingering smell of stale Smoke Monster remain.
It’s time to kill this analogy; I don’t like being somebody’s metaphorical parents. It makes me nervous about finances.
My name is Ben and this blog is less lost than it was a week ago.