barefoot in the dark

Now, listen: this ain't no history blog, this ain't no politico blog, and this sure ain't no ribeye steak foodie blog, but tonight, look out: I'm bringing you yet another "Lost" entry and you (gentle) readers are going to love it!

(Much love to KB, of course.)

(Oh shit, hang on: who wants to go on the Lynyrd Skynyrd "Gimme Three Steps" cruise with me? Alex? Do I hear you, Alex?!)

Now, I'm a little early, so I must check out the end of "Dancing with the Stars" and WTF, America? You kicked off Jerry? He was the favorite, I thought? He's getting a standing-o! I think Jerry's gonna cry. I think I'm tearing up. Oh shit, I think I need to call it a night. Or go learn to ballroom dance. Or something.

Jerry for President in '08!

Wait.

I mean, Clinton/Obama!

Okay... "Lost" is on! Here we go.

Desmond. Nice. Claire and baby Aaron. I like the fact that we're back on the beach. Can I mention that last week's trippy-ass episode blew my mind? Loved it.

Everyone has an accent on this show. Like I'm watching Channel Four on the BBC or something.

Cartoons. "Out to Brunch". Oh, Jack gets to watch TV now! In walks Juliet, Jack's future love interest.

(Four minutes later.)

Okay, y'all, I think I'd rather knit, watch the show in peace, and drink my wine.

Sorry to be a tease.