Lost Is Back

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Does anybody remember how the last episode ended? I'm blanking. It's only been a month, correct? My brains aren't right. Was it the Michael episode that we left off with? Was there something after that? Gah, I don't know. French Lady got an arrow or something right? Whatever. Have you guys noticed how nice it is outside today? I mean, here in New York it is; I can't speak for where ever y'all are reading this. But here in NYC it's beautiful, eighties and not a cloud in the sky. Mayor Bloomberg was in my office building today, and the blue-suited, ear-pieced storm-troopers were everywhere. They took over an entire elevator - that being 50% of my building's elevator capabilities - and keep shoving us lay-people to the side. Assholes. I almost stepped on Hillary Clinton once, maybe five years ago, as she stepped out of a vehicle and there was no secret service attacking me then. What has the world come to? I didn't even get to see Bloomberg for all my troubles. But then, he couldn't possibly look as much like this as he does in my head, so it'd just be a disappointment. And now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all day. "You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel." I wonder if "Doc" Jensen at Entertainment Weekly has studied those lyrics in reference to Benjamin Linus to see if there's some sort of Suessian netherworld explanation to Lost's many mysteries. He should. I might write a letter. How many toes does a Who have anyway? Somebody ought to look that up.
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