Musings on last night’s Lost…

  • Carol Vessey? She’s all over ABC lately. First she marries Dr. Jack last night, then I see her in a commercial hooking up with Jake In Progress. The girl gets around. Can anyone name the hotel where they got married last night? I think it was the Four Seasons Hualalai on the Big Island, only because I think I remember seeing Samantha Brown in front of that fountain on an episode of Great Hotels.
  • All that was missing from the Carol/Jack nuptials was Ed Stevens riding up on a white horse.
  • “Let it go” - that seems to be the mantra for the show now. Boone…let Shannon go. Jack…let the fifteen thousand “its” in your life go. Locke…let the anger you have towards your parents go. Maybe once everyone releases the angst in their lives, they’re saved? Either that or they have a Nigerian drug plane land on them.
  • The producers have pissed me off by not showing Locke once last night. Show us the glowing hatch interior and then just leave us hanging? Bastards.
  • Sawyer calling Claire “Mamacita” last night…that was cute. Maybe he’s not such an ass.
  • Jack needs to unload Nurse Kate and hook it up with Sun. She’s amazing…and a rock under pressure…and she can actually, you know, do stuff.
  • Jin’s finally starting to integrate into the community, which is good for everyone…especially Sun. Although, I half-expected him to go all Korean Mafia on Jack when he saw him alone with Sun, despite the fact that they were hovering over a dying Boone.
  • Is Hurley getting bigger?
  • Rosemary’s ClaireBaby is now Rosemary’s ClaireNewborn. No horns…no tail…
  • I’ve figured out it’s the show’s score that gets me. The music that played when Jack was walking up to Shannon to tell her that Boone had died…I was crying…and it got worse when I watched Shannon crying as she sat next to her dead step-brother’s body. What really twisted me all around was how the music could be mournful and uplifting at the same time, as the camera switched between the end of life and new life.
  • Just for the record…if I’m stuck on an island with bamboo needles and no one knows their blood type and I’m coughing up blood, don’t hack off my leg. The damage is done. Let it go.