Yesterday was crazy. We had a "winter storm event," which is panicky local weathermen jargon for some freezing rain and a little ice. Maybe a quarter inch of frozen stuff caked itself on the cars, tree branches, fences, decks, and charcoal grills of my neighborhood. The roads were fine because jittery city managers dumped tons of salt everywhere. Having lived a couple years in Boston, I'm always amused by how folks in Kentucky soil their bib overalls whenever a few snowflakes begin to fall.
Yesterday, too, Wifey was sick. About 30 minutes after arriving at the office, I get a call from her asking me to return home. Little One needed wrangling into clothes and sending to preschool. Wifey wasn't up to it. I went home as the first molecules of ice began to fall. I threw the child into a slightly mismatched ensemble [we really need to do laundry] and chucked her into the car. A couple hours later, I picked her up because the preschool early as the rest of the city shut down. Long story short, we all spent the day indoors keeping warm, playing, eating, and being slugs. I did not run. I did not want to fall on my ass or have an idiot flatten me with his fish-tailing SUV. Many Kentuckians don't know how to drive well in inclement weather.
Tomorrow, I intend to do eight miles from my house to just inside Cherokee Park and back. Afterward, I have a board meeting with the local PMI chapter from 9 to 15:00. So I will have to get up stupid early, miss out on my running group, run anyway, shower-sh!t-n-shave, and get back out the door before normal people would even consider getting up on a Saturday. I'm thinking about starting out the door for my run by 6. *sigh*
Oh, and since this post hasn't gone anywhere interesting anyway, why not abandon any pretense and dive right into last night's episode of Lost? For the spoiler wary, stop reading now. If nothing else, the producers of Lost are consistent. Every Kate-centric episode has left me cold, and this was no different. I just don't care about Kate, though she does clean up well. This one held out promise but was ultimately disappointing. Kate's big skulduggery was to discover whether or not the Boaties knew who she was. What a lame-ass waste of time. Even if they didn't know her, once she got back home, if she didn't believe that the authorities would clamp her in irons ASAP, she's a bigger dumbass than I thought. Of course, the authorities eventually do catch up with her, as we learned in the flash-forward, so obviously the dumbass theory is supported. Kate fooling Locke and using Sawyer to get Miles into meet with Ben? Locke's breakfast moment with Ben? All that seemed like much ado about nothing. The Miles-Ben meeting was hardly a huge, revealing, game-changing event either. It was just another tease of what more there is to be revealed, hardly progress from what we learned about Ben in the last episode. Kate and Sawyer's booty call? Unsatisfying for both, obviously, and for 'shippers since it goes nowhere. Locke's new role as emperor of Otherville? Hamlet-like hand-wringing from the most interesting character in the cast only makes him less interesting. The crown obviously weighs heavy on his head, and everything about the way events are unfolding are filling him with doubt. Hardly compelling TV for those of us who live our lives that way, constantly second-guessing ourselves. Mythologically, we didn't get much farther down the road, and I am so impatient for answers that each new tease is almost as bad as revealing nothing at all. The best moment of the episode for me seemed to be a throwaway moment wherein Daniel and Charlotte played cards on the beach. Something big was going on there, and it was an interesting choice for the producers to downplay it.
See, here is what's really bugging me about Lost right now. A lot of the time, it seems like that people are just being cagey to be cagey. They are being secretive and conspiratorial when there's no real need to, IMO. I guess part of "the point" of Lost is something like people will adopt the methods and attitudes of their adversaries eventually, becoming what they most fear. The Losties, particularly the Locke faction, have grown more like the Others than they might like to admit. What is especially frustrating was several episodes ago, Locke was Mr. I'm-Not-Jack, inviting whomever wanted to join him to accompany him on a quest, being up front and open with people. Now, he's aspiring to out-Ben Ben. Very frustrating.
DJ Nano dumped this into my ear hole today:
- Kooler Than Jesus - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
- Ghetto Box - Rancid
- Sentimental Johnny - Flogging Molly
- The Snakepit - The Cure
- Voodoo Bar-B-Q - Big John Bates
- I Know What Boys Like - The Waitresses
- Move On - KMFDM
- Have Not Been the Same - Slow
- High Tension Wire - Dead Boys
- School - Nirvana
- High School - Isaac Green & The Skalars
- Funky Shit - The Prodigy
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