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"Don't try to impress me with your English counting. You know I growed up in a trailer park." (W. Ellis)

Lost is some sort of obscene drug. Locke is shaping up to be the group's -- shaman? Wise man? Jack alternates between being the leader and an absolute grump. Sun and Charlie are probably my two favourite characters.

Michael's shaving my head tomorrow, then we're going out to a going-away thing for Kaz. I missed a bocce ball game in favour of work. I look forward to not missing bocce ball games in favour of work. Something's a little unbalanced around here lately, well, something's missing: structure, outside work, writing focus, something. I might focus next week on worrying about that, getting my head above water with regard to that. I have too much of my life ahead of me to start sinking under, losing my conversation skills, becoming some sort of frog. Feel distinctly frog-like, of late.

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I love Kate & Sawyer, myself.

Wait until you REALLY start getting into it and it starts making no sense at all... and you're reading forums devoted to finding hidden clues in each episode.

(Stephen and I have finally caught up on the whole series and we're hooked.)

ben:

I've seen, at this point, the first eight episodes and I'm waiting for the next four.

Sawyer actually irritates me. I'm not sure what the attraction is supposed to be...is it the greasy hair?

Trust me - as you learn more about him he grows on you.

I used to despise him. :)

Steph:

He's a sexy mofo. He fills the bad-boy-with-the-heart-of-gold quota. Between him and Saaid and Jack, you have every tasty trope of maleness on network TV. Yee-haw!

I bumped into your adorable boyfriend and he mentioned Christy's, Wednesday. What say you?!

ben:

I say good for him for running into you! I was going to phone you later this evening about that. We're thinking six/six-thirty? Bring the man.

ben:

..anyway, can you resist Charlie? He keeps running around and saying "I'm in a band!" And clinging, oh so clinging, to his desperate off-island identity.

Steph:

Ah, Driveshaft. The glory days...
According to Matt & Joy, he gets insanely dark in the second season (which I'm currently doling out to myself in small doses, to avoid the heroin itch when I run out of episodes), and I'm like, "What?! CHARLIE?!?"

If we're still talking about Wednesday (and I think we are...), I have yoga until 7, and I've seriously injured the big toe on my right foot (no, seriously...), but I could probably hobble over there by about 8. Would this be too late?

Steph:

And the man is currently pleasure-yachting around the Broughton Archipelego on the family schooner (muhaw), so he'll be unable to attend.

If I didn't like him so much, I'd totally despise him... :)

ben:

8 should be fine. We have things to celebrate and much talk to have, so that should be fine.

Charlie is totally the island's Max Fischer. "I wrote a hit play! I wrote a hit play!" I'm waiting to see if Boone blossoms, though, as of yet he's a whiny teenager in a hot model body and that's about all.

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