January 22nd, 2009 at 11:51 pm
by sillyjoe (In-television)
Season 5 of Lost, my second favorite television show (How I Met Your Mother gets first billing in my heart), premiered last night and I couldn’t be happier. The premiere ruled and I have a few thoughts to share. Spoilers are sure to follow, so stop reading now if you don’t want to be spoiled.
- Future Sayid (or I guess now he’s Present Sayid) is a total badass. Total. Bad. Ass. And the way he pulled that last kill, using the knives in the dishwasher…well that was just bananas.
- Totally knew Neil was gonna bite it. He was even wearing a red shirt (Nice Star Trek nod, writers)
- Wonder why Charlotte seems to be the only one physically effected by the time changing?
- Sawyer and Juliet are going to do it. Mark my words. It will happen.
- Hurley had some fantastic stuff tonight: the hot pocket, recapping the whole show for his mom, and of course “You know, if you ate more comfort food maybe you wouldn’t have to go around with a gun all the time”
- As soon as Daniel looked at his book, I knew he was gonna try to talk to Desmond. He is his constant, after all.
- Totally crazy to see Ana Lucia again. Didn’t see that coming. And it was sweet when she told Hurley that Libby says hi.
- I really like the rules they have set up for time on the show. And Daniel’s metaphor of it being a street really helped those rules make sense.
- It was great to finally see Dr. Chang (so THAT’s his real name) in a way that didn’t involve an orientation video.
Great, great episode, and I couldn’t be more excited about this season.
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November 14th, 2008 at 12:57 am
by sillyjoe (Adventures in Randomosity, In-television, Life and Introspection)
The title to this post is from a song by Willie Nelson, whose music I’m drawn to for some strange reason this evening. I was listening to his album of demo sessions when this song came up, and I remembered it from an episode from the first season of Lost (my favorite TV show for those who don’t know me). In this particular episode the survivors of Flight 815 break up into two factions. Part of the group heads to the caves with Jack to dig in and try to survive. There’s fresh water at the caves, and shelter. The rest stay at the beach with Kate and Sayid to keep the signal fires burning, hoping for rescue. I remember watching this episode and trying to decide which group I’d be in. I don’t think I ever decided, and I’m still not quite sure about it. I’m at a place in my life where I have to make this kind of decision. Do I dig in and hope for survival, or do I keep the signal fires burning and hope for rescue? The truth is, I’m not sure I’m where I want to be, Willie.
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February 3rd, 2008 at 1:37 am
by sillyjoe (In-television)
So I used to never watch television. PTI when I got home from school, maybe a bit of Sportscenter (but let’s be honest…Sportscenter got kind of lame in the 00’s), but after that I’d either watch one of my dozens (now hundreds…gainful employment is great, but I think there might be a reason I’m still broke) of movies or got on the internet or played my guitar or any number of other seemingly more constructive things. Primetime television just wasn’t my bag. In fact, I would proudly say that I didn’t watch any tv shows. Then I went to college and my interest in television shrunk even more, with the small exception of a little thing known as Adult Swim, which I believe is partially a result of late night “bro time” with nothing better to do in the bustling metropolis that is Jefferson City. For those of you who may not know, I only lasted in college for a year. Something about not going to class and spending too much time gallivanting about campus with my crazy friends (side note: gallivanting IS spelled with an I, according to the spellchecker, I was almost positive it was spelled with an A. The more you know…). So once I left college and got a real job and spent most of my nights at home recovering from a hard day’s work, you’d think I would turn to the telly…right? Well, I didn’t…just yet. Still a movie guy…the collection began growing with the paychecks coming in, and I was spending more and more time on the internet doing this and that, and spending many hours reading the pages of the .net, the little nook of the web where I like to hang my hat. In reading the discussion of folks there, I found that a tv show called Lost was a constant subject of ranting, raving, gushing, head-scratching, and overall good conversation. I had seen promos for the show, and knew that that guy from Party of Five was in it, and that hobbit, and that guy who’s that guy in all those movies…but I really had no clue what the show was about so I figured what the hey? I’ll hop on the web and watch the first episode (at this point the first season of Lost was about twenty episodes in). In twenty or so minutes I had the episode found and downloaded, and from the moment it began I was enthralled. This is great storytelling. This is great dialogue. This is great acting. This is amazing camera work. This is television?! I couldn’t believe it. I immediately watched the next episode, and the next, and before the week was over I had completely caught up. I was, how you might say, addicted. I joined the discussion at the .net, and spent hours forming theories about what the hell the monster was, what was in that hatch, what the numbers mean, and how Jack always had stubble, but never a full beard. The season ended and I couldn’t believe it. I had to wait THAT long til there were more episodes? When season two began I couldn’t believe how happy I was to see it. I bought the first season dvd and began to pimp it out to all my friends. I am happy to say I’ve hooked in at least 7 or 8 people to the show. But in all this, Lost was still the only thing I watched on that flashing box. The only show I would devote real attention to…and I planned to keep it that way.
Although, sometimes, things don’t go as we plan…
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