WTF Moment - LOST

The Lost Castaways, in happier days...

Who else is getting really pissed off at Lost this season? Last night's episode almost turned me off to the show completely. It's all about bizarre incidences that raise questions but provide no answers - what the hell is The Others' deal about? "We're the good guys," Benry (Henry Gale, apparently now known as Benjamin) tells Michael last season - how then do we explain the mindfcks (that's not a typo; I promised Will I would curb the language) that follow - the capture and imprisonment of Jack, Kate and Sawyer, under insanely inhumane conditions, no less: Sawyer and Kate in cages, doing forced labor (while Kate wears a sundress, no less - what would SJP do?); Jack, kept in a drained dolphin tank while some bizarro woman brings him grilled cheese sandwiches and reads his dossier to him; Sawyer led to believe he's had a pacemaker implanted in him which will make his heart explode if his heart rate goes above a certain level - and then told that the only thing they put in him "was doubt". It's like watching Marathon Man on 'roids.

But where are the answers this season? Last season, at least we had clues that made sense, that led us to ideas, if not answers, from time to time. If the writers think they're weaving this great series of events in the hopes of leading up to sweeps when all will be semi-revealed, they may find that a good part of their viewership has given up on them in disgust by then.

And what about this hiatus they're going on in another week or two? Will they just leave all these loose threads out there and go away for six weeks or whatever it is they're planning? Again, they may find that a lot of people are going elsewhere for their entertainment by the time they come back.

Maybe everyone involved should go back and watch Season 1 on DVD and remember how to make good, compelling television. In the meantime, I'll be reading up on my newest obsession, Heroes.

Dilbert + Coffee Humor x Star Wars Geek References = Genius






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Heroes Rocks! And Other Nerd-dom


Where LOST is starting to get on my nerves, Heroes has become my runaway favorite show this season (but Battlestar has been insane - it's a tough call!). Any show where the geek fanboy gets a chance to save the world while quoting Star Trek and X-Men is a show for me. Hiro (Masi Oka) is a breakout character because he's so lovable and is totally into his powers and saving the world. Let's keep fingers crossed that the writers keep up the great pace they've set.

Lost... I love lost, but man... can you answer some questions before throwing more at us? To keep this crazy stuff up with the Others without any sort of explanation or insight into what it is they're doing - and yet, insisting that they're "the good guys" - well, it's getting old and irritating. So 'the good guys' lock people up in cages and torture them? Is this a 'good guy' situation like the Nazis felt they were the 'good guys'? Talk to me, please! Make sense of it all for me!

That said, I did enjoy the Locke-centric episode last week, with his mystical journey and background. I think some people were turned off by it, but I thought it was interesting to get a little more background on him and how he knew so much about survival on the island. Now I'm just waiting for the pivotal moment when we realize that he and Sawyer are connected... Yes, I'm still sticking to my firm belief that the infamous "Sawyer" of Sawyer/James' childhood is actually Locke's sleazy dad.

Do I need to tell anyone that I screamed like a lunatic watching Battlestar this weekend? This is one show that continues to get better and better - it's awesome. I just got the novel, The Cylons' Secret which I only now realize is book three - hope I don't need one and two to go along for the ride. As soon as I finish the books I'm working on for reader reports, I'll dive in. I love reading tie-ins, but they have to be good - the 24 one I read was excellent, the Lost one was awful.

Speaking of tie-ins, a little late but apparently the WWE is doing novels now. The wrestlers... well, let me paste the back cover copy here. Enjoy:

"... a new covert black-ops group using the Superstars of World Wrestling Entertainment. The WWE's talented men and women are perfect. Highly skilled athletes with the ideal cover, they travel all across the country and the globe; no one would find it unusual to find them in a town one day and gone the next. The government would train and support the wrestlers in every way possible except one: no one must know the truth."

It's almost like the premise of Zoolander, but these people are serious. Ye gods.

More pop culture geekery to come.

Dilbert Gets Better and Better


I believe I have actually threatened someone in a similar manner.

And yes, I'm drinking my third big cuppa as I write this. Ahhh... coffee...

More Dilbert Genius

Apparently, Dilbert's doing a coffee week - awesome!

My God, It All Makes Sense Now

This is What Happens at Bridal Showers...

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the wrapping paper hat and wedding dress.

Karen's getting married, as I've mentioned earlier; we had her bridal shower up at her sister's home in Westchester this past weekend (thanks again, Dana!) She was SO surprised; it was awesome. I love that look of complete confusion, followed by the look of realization that sets in when someone walks into their own surprise party.

So Karen received beautiful gifts, and Shauna went to work on the hat and dress. Shauna's the unofficial tailor at showers, having made a beautiful Star Wars wrapping paper dress for me at my wedding and another dress at my baby shower. We're creating our own shower tradition! Karen was a great sport about it, and Dana got into the act by holding the tissue paper train Shauna attached to the dress. It was a blast and everyone had a great time.

Had a girls' night out on Friday with Nancy and Stacey, which was so much fun. Just the three of us, let loose in Roosevelt Field; it was so nice to have girlfriend bonding time. It felt weird coming home to an empty apartment (Mike took the boys upstate to see his grandmother), but I just went to sleep so I didn't have too much time to ruminate. Saturday morning was nice - got up early (well, 8 a.m. is actually late for me these days), worked out, had my coffee and was on my way upstate for Karen's shower. Coming home to have Alex and Will yell "MOMMY!" and run at me is the best way to come home.

I finished the baby blanket - and darnit, forgot to take a picture of it! Maybe if my mom stays over tonight, I can snap a pic when I come home from school. Otherwise, she's taking it with her. Poo. I have the baby cardigan to put together - I'm already stressing it.

More later, including the new addition to my mom's household...

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Be Vewwy Vewwy Quiet...

I know, I know, I've been too quiet. My home system is in revolt, letting my Internet access blink at me like a confused kid in a calc class and intermittently shutting down my e-mail access. So basically, being at home makes me a lame duck. Grr. (Leaves more time for knitting, though...) While I'm at work, there's only so much I can do. So for everyone who's wondering why I haven't been on, there you go.

ClubMom friends, I'll get on eventually - just doing some actual work for now. I know, I know, I don't know what that's all about, either...

BTW...

...anyone check out the PopCandy blog on USA Today's site? Whitney Matheson, who writes it, is a total Battlestar and Lost geek like most of us here are and I love the way she writes. She's got a lot to say on the BSG upcoming season, which sounds like it is very, very cool stuff. She's also a fan of The Office - basically, she should be hanging out with us. Go check her out, I'll wait.

LOST Season Three!

Okay, hands up - who's more confused by Lost now that we've actually kicked off the third season? I looked at Mike and said, "I'm worse off now than I was at the end of Season 2."

I have questions. If you haven't seen the episode yet, go away and come back when you've read it. I don't want to be spoiler girl.

WTF?!

Who thinks Carl, the kid in the cage opposite Sawyer, is a plant? I told Mike that the only reason he was 'captured' is to lull Sawyer into thinking he can trust the kid. Hope the con man can spot a long con when he sees it.

Henry Gale (BEN?!) tells Michael that The Others are 'the good guys' in the Season 2 finale. Do good guys lock people up in bear cages? Or dress ladies up in pretty dresses, take them out to breakfast, and tell them that the next two weeks will be very unpleasant and stick them in a cage? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!

WHY do they have dossiers on the lives of the survivors (you seriously don't think it's just Jack, do you?)?? Do they only have dossiers on a few people - maybe the people on "the list"?

What the heck is with Othersville, like we saw in the beginning of the episode. And is the fact that they're reading Stephen King's Carrie supposed to be telling me something, or are they just reading a book?

I NEED ANSWERS!

I think I need to geek out and see if anything's going on at the Hanso Foundation site now.

Halloween's Coming!

I LOVE Halloween. It's one of my favorite holidays - probably rivaling Christmas for the top spot. Every year, I tell myself I'm going to decorate for Halloween like I do for Christmas; get the whole apartment involved, and for one reason or other, I only stick a couple of scary faces on my door by the time it arrives. Not so this year! This weekend, I head to Party City and get ready to pimp the crib, Spook Style! (Wow, I sound so nerdy when I try to talk street.)

So Alex and Will, who were going to make me the happiest geeky mommy around by being Captain Hook and Captain Jack Sparrow for Halloween, have forsaken me and gone with different costumes completely. I'm never getting pirate kids for Halloween, I know it. But I have to admit, seeing Will go berserk for a Clone Trooper costume brought a tear to my eye. My boy, a Star Wars nerd like his mom... so what if he likes the new ones and I remain faithful to the original Holy Trilogy?

Alex has decided to go the Power Rangers route and will be the Red Ranger, naturally. The costume has muscles and a six-pack as part of the costume and with Alex's bulldog build, it's just about the cutest and most hilarious thing to see.

28 days 'til Halloween!!

Has it really been 11 days?

I had no idea I hadn't posted in 11 days. What's wrong with me?

So I'm in the midst of trying to update my apartment, which looks like a Toys R Us after a nuclear attack. With a Barnes & Noble thrown in. Not pretty. But I'm trying.

I've got two bridal showers and two weddings rapidly approaching, and I'm nowhere near the dress size I want to be. Grr.

At least I start school tonight - my final class for the Publishing Certificate! Whoo hoo!

I'll write more later, I'm going to post my manic Martha energies on Domestic Goddesses now.

Project Runway

I prided myself on the fact that I was NOT watching Project Runway. It's one more reality show I don't need to be teased about watching. Then, I board a JetBlue flight to my Dad's, nothing's on TV - not even on my beloved VH-1 - and I ended up watching three straight hours of a Project Runway marathon. I blame them and Stacey for the fact that I knit my little fingers to the bone, up past the bedtime I said I was going to adhere to, to watch the new one last night.

How did I miss out on this before? What was wrong with me? It's so snarky, it's delicious. It's like eating candy without the calories.

Let the bitchery fly!

Knitting Fever

I'm a knitting fiend. I'm working on a cute cardigan and hat set and a cable-knit blanket for my mom's friend (remember the baby booties from hell? That's the one.) The cardigan, ever since I abandoned the original pattern and took up a less stressful one, is coming along nicely. But moss stitch is VERY time consuming, so I took a little break. The back and left front are done, and the right front is 3/4 done so I really don't have much more to go. But I needed something new. Which probably explains why I have so many UFO (unfinished objects) strewn about the apartment...

So this blanket is adorable. It's got a cable running up each side and a diamond pattern in between. I may go cross-eyed from looking at the chart before this is over, but we'll deal with that later. Pictures will come when I'm all done.

What's with the Banks?

So everyone familiar with Forest Hills knows it's like Bank Mecca. You literally can't spit without hitting a bank. Then I read this in this morning's Daily News and almost fell off my chair. What is with the banks? Are we becoming our own little Wall Street or something?

Flushing Savings Bank plans to open its newest branch at 107-11 71st Avenue, the former site of The Zone clothing store, where it will compete with more than 10 other banks in a ONE BLOCK radius, according to construction workers at the site.

There are even rumors that a bank will move into the former site of Value Depot, a 71st Avenue bargain store that closed last month.

What in the world is this all about?

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The Lights of 9/11

From Karen's terrace, the lights where the Twin Towers once stood. The lights reflected off of a cloud and created an amazing effect - it looked like the cloud opened up for them.

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The Hunt for Red November

For the past several months, I've been telling myself that I'm going to find a dress for Karen's wedding. I'm one of her bridesmaids and, in a move that is magnanimous on her part, she informed us that we only need show up in a red dress. Perhaps, I suggested, we go with a David's Bridal-type situation where we do the mix and match so we're all in the same type of outfit, a la Stacey's wedding? No, too much restriction. So with less than 60 days to go, women are scrambling and freaking out at being told that getting a dress can take up to 12 weeks if you're going to David's Bridal.

Not that I'm any different, and I've been a bridesmaid before. I just didn't feel like trying on dresses at this point, but finally I broke down and the good and kind Stacey and I embarked on Roosevelt Field this past weekend. Wow, we saw some humdingers. But finally, in Ann Taylor of all places, I found a dress! On sale! While the size I was hoping for was not zipping past the boobage, I upgraded and will likely take it to the cleaners to have a minor nip and tuck here and there. Why my boobs are a size bigger than the rest of my body is a fact left best to modern science to figure out. Ah, the wonders of womanhood and childbirthing.

So the dress is deep wine/burgundy, tank top with a bit of a scoop neck, and has a little bow at the waist with a center pleat that I am assured is flattering. I am doing 30 minutes of cardio a day just to make sure it STAYS flattering. We then went on to the holy land, aka DSW, where we were disappointed in the lack of ridiculous shoes - that is, until we happened upon this work of art:

Yes, that is pasta on the shoe. And a tomato. And, as Stacey noted, basil. We have a complete Italian dinner for two on one shoe! For only a mere $299! Mangia!

I did hit the jackpot for myself, finding a cute pair of strappy heels that match the color of the dress perfectly, so I am a complete bridesmaid now! I also found a cute pair of red Kenneth Cole loafers marked down to a price that challenged me NOT to buy them. And then, the big coup - a pair of black Charles David mock-croc pumps with deep purple piping on them. Marked down from $148 to a ridiculously low price. After conferring with Stacey and my mom via cell phone, it was decided that I should treat myself to all three pairs. My DSW Reward Your Style card hasn't seen this much action in ages.

Last night, headed over to Karen's to stuff wedding invites. Karen, Shauna and I sat around a small table, ate Chinese food, and assembled invites. I am a fully-dressed bridesmaid. Cue the huge sigh of relief.

I know I've been quiet today but September 11 is never a good day for me. A bunch of friends on ClubMom have been taking part in this Legacy.com tribute, where you select someone who was lost that day and memorialize them. As usual, my powers of technology were not with me and I think my tribute is somewhere in the ether so let me just blog it directly.

Christine Lee Hanson was 2 1/2 on September 11, 2001. About the same age as Will. She was going on vacation with her mommy and daddy, and was probably really excited to fly in a big plane, like Will and Alex get.

You know, once you become a parent, you don't deal very well with bad news stories involving children. So you're going to have to bear with me here. Because every child becomes your child when something goes wrong.

So little Christine was probably very excited. Her parents were probably smiling and laughing with her, pointing out the big engines or giving her gum to chew so her little ears didn't pop when the plane took off. But little Christine and all the potential ahead of her ended at the World Trade Center that morning.

Christine's not going to have the same opportunities Will has. She's never going to be excited over seeing her first movie in a big movie theatre. She never got to start Kindergarten and make new friends. She won't get to pick out Hello Kitty or Barbie school supplies. Christine's mom will never drop her off on her first day of school and cry when she gets home because her baby is growing up.

Poor Christine didn't have enough of a life to warrant her own obituary; she was part of her father's and her mother's. But she'll never be forgotten.

Every time Will reaches a milestone, be it a science project or be it mastering a two-wheel bike, my mind will wander to Christine. Because like the saying goes, there but for the grace of God, went Will and I.

There is no justification for this act.

School Daze

I sent my big boy off to second grade this morning, so I'm a little misty-eyed. Will was so excited to be back at school and with his buddies. We got his supplies ready last night and portioned out which he's bringing in which day - it's going to take a full week to bring everything in. Public school kids - how do these kids not graduate stooped over? I have FOUR BAGS of supplies, including three rolls of paper towel, two boxes of tissues, and a box of baby wipes - am I a parent or the local Costco?

X-Men folders? Check. Wacky Packages pencils? Got 'em. Tony Hawk folder - check - and do you actually know who Tony Hawk is? "Yeah, Mom, he's the skateboarder guy." Wow, I'm impressed. My son is turning into a pop culture freak like his mother.

We assembled school supplies, watched Revenge of the Sith and the Clone Wars I DVDs, and then he made some calls to his friends - who he'd be seeing not 24 hours from then - and all I could think of was, "Wow. He's a kid. He's not a little boy anymore." He's totally become this real kid, as opposed to the little boy I sent off to first grade last year. I may still have written his name in indelible ink on all his posessions this year, but he's growing up.

He even chooses his own shoes now. We went to Payless to pick up some new sneakers for him and he announced that he no longer wanted "any shoes or socks with cartoons on them." It was like a dagger in my heart, as I was eyeing up the cool Batman sneaks in his size. He chose a black pair of Shaq sneakers ("Do you know who he is?" "I think he plays basketball - but they're COOL SHOES!") and a pair of white and black hi-top Shaq sneakers. He loved them and was so proud that he chose them. For a sec, he looked at me and wavered, but I couldn't be selfish. I told him, "You have to wear them. You're... a big kid now. What shoes do you want?" "I don't want the Batman ones, Mom."

So we now have two pairs of Shaq sneakers at home - some guy who plays basketball. He couldn't wait to lace up the black ones this morning. He spiked up his hair (he chose the haircut, too) and was ready to go.

Oh, well... I still have a modicum of say in Alex's stuff for the time being. :-)