Musings on last night’s episode of Lost:

1. I love Locke because, even if people are total jerks and jackasses to him, he doesn’t hold a grudge. He knows their anger really has nothing to do with him and instead of getting petty and indignant right back, he takes the moral high road and does what’s right.

Case in point: After Michael threatens Locke with bodily harm and death if he gets near Walt again, when Walt disappears it’s Locke who says, “Let’s go find your boy.” Then…Locke lets Michael play Alpha Male so he can rescue Walt. Good stuff.

2. I know kids sleep soundly, but you can’t tell me that in the real world, Walt wouldn’t have woken up, pointed at Sun and said, “Hey, the Korean lady speaks English!”

3. Jack needs to quit philosophizing and get back to doctoring. He’s better at that.

4. What Michael did…tossing Walt’s comic book into the fire…that was downright cruel. I don’t care if you gave your kid a truckful of hand-drawn masterpieces, you destroyed something that was important to him, which is no different than what your skanky ho ex did by keeping your son away from you for nine years. So there.

5. Although I can understand Boone’s surliness towards Shannon and his attempts to cut the proverbial strings with her, why has he all of a sudden turned into BwanaBoone (or MiniLocke, take your pick) with that Lord of the Flies look I’ve been waiting for, but never suspected from him?

6. Claire pops her pretty little blonde head in at the very end but, of course, we can’t tell if she’s still pregnant or not (well, I couldn’t…I was looking at her mucked-up face, not the rest of her body).

7. Next week is a repeat because, of course, we can’t hear about Claire’s Excellent Adventure until February sweeps have officially begun.