Ode to Lost

Tonight is the series finale of Lost, although I won't be able to watch it until Monday. Long story. Actually it's not a long story. I just said that because I don't want to tell the story. That's because it's lame. Lame story. It's so lame I can't even go into detail without saying something that I will later regret (not that I'm bitter about missing the FINALE....TONIGHT). I digress.

I confess I'm kinda sad to see Lost coming to an end. And so now I bring to you the suspense, mystery, humor and soap opera of Lost according to my face. If this doesn't motivate you to watch the show, then I don't know what will.

Confusion....

I think this face adequately sums up Seasons 1-6. If I look like an old crinkly foreheaded woman when I'm 80, I blame my Lost obsession.

Humor....

A few comedic gems littered among the suspense...
Sawyer: "Baby, I am tied to a tree in a jungle of mystery. I just got tortured by a damn spinal surgeon and a genuine Iraqi. Of course I'm serious."

Hurley: "So, like, the hatch blew off your underwear."

Ben: "So tell me, John. How do you expect to pilot our submarine? I mean, it's a complicated piece of machinery. You don't just press 'Submerge'."

Shock...

This is how I felt when Desmond put the pedal to the metal and plowed over Locke in the parking lot.....right in front of the kiddies!

Fury...

I was furious when I thought Ben killed that rabbit (season three?). Nevermind the compulsive lying, the diabolical scheming, or the Dharma genocide.

Romance...

I talked it over with Bruce last night.
Desmond, the answer is yes. Of course I will marry you. Penny Schmenny.

I'm lacking photos that capture the philosophical overtones of the show. I'm faced out. But I'm open to suggestions and/or contributions....