Losing Lost

Confession time.

No, I didn’t stop watching. Hells, no.

No, I didn’t stop doing my Lost homework.

And, no, I don’t think this season, or the last two episodes, suck/were boring/were frustrating.

All-in-all, I am pleased at the way the final season of Lost is coming together.

I am enjoying the ride, and doing far less analysis on each episode. I’m seeing where this ship is going. And sink or swim, I’ll be on it to the end.

I liked “Happily Ever After” for the following reasons (*SPOILER ALERT*):

1. It clarified that the Sideways world is not exactly true. I don’t think it’s a complete fabrication — call it string theory or quantum physics if you want. I don’t think all our characters could interact in the Sideways world if they were each making up their own Sideways reality.

2. Henry Ian Cusick as Desmond Hume. Just an amazing, stellar job last night. I was floored when he finally tracked down Penny and instantly fell for her. He had been so skeptical of Charlie’s and Daniel’s stories of true love and love at first sight. And then it happens to him, and he goes with it.

Plus that smile.

3. I completely believed Desmond’s switch from the guy fighting his — loaded word here — destiny (and his FIL) to a man at peace and ready to embrace it. (“A lot can happen in 20 minutes.”) And? And? Become the new Jacob? Maybe? Or pick the new Jacob and help him/her shoulder the mantle of his/her destiny? We haven’t seen that Desmond is a candidate proper, but he sure is special, isn’t he? And last night, we saw him become okay with that.

And walk off with zombie Sayid into the woods. So that’s a little worrisome.

4. I liked seeing Daniel Faraday not being all twitchy. He was still A Serious Man, but without the “ums” and *eyebrow twitch* and *hand waves*.

5. The subtle humor: Desmond telling Sideways Claire he is not a fan of surprises; Eloise Hawking Widmore citing the unpredictable nature of things; Desmond and Widmore being close friends and sharing a 60-year-old glass of scotch.

One boo-boo: On the plane in the Season 6 premier, Desmond had a wedding ring. Continuity error, or more than one Sideways world?

In the meantime, Sideways Desmond has got to spread the gospel of the former John Locke: It’s time to go back to the Island. Which leads one to wonder about that “sacrifice” idea, no? I originally thought it was just going to be never seeing Penny and Charlie (the kid) again. I’m not thinking that now.

Funk*

My priest talked about resurrection, but he also talked about death. He talked about Mary holding her son; he talked about a kid he knew who hemorrhaged on a touch football field after hitting his head and the kid’s mother and her grief.

It was a rough homily for me.

And then he talked about how we would all be restored to our bodies after the second coming. And how the boy’s mother would get to hold her living son again and rejoice in his — in their — resurrection.

And I really wanted to be comforted by that, I did. But I kept wondering how old Gabriel would be. Would he be a baby? In our new bodies, would he grow up? Would we be a family of five (or more?) in the New World?

I know I let the details get in the way of the message of hope. And that’s not like me, especially at this point in my journey. I don’t know what I’m fighting. I’m not 100% sure what all I am grieving.

On the plus side, on Easter morning, Flora walked into the room where her sister and her father were sleeping and declared: “Something wonderful has happened!” She was referring to the Easter bunny’s arrival, of course. But maybe that’s what I need to remember, the root of my Catholic faith: something wonderful happened. Maybe I need to let go of the other stuff — again.

*This is my reaction to this very simple post at Glow in the Woods

The Great Twitter Experiment of 2010

I made it 40 days and nights (mostly) without Twitter. And honestly, it was like quitting smoking.

I missed it a lot the first two weeks.

The next two weeks, I didn’t miss it quite as much.

The last two weeks of Lent? I didn’t think about it much at all. I didn’t even think about it on Easter until 3 p.m. — no lie.

And I still didn’t jump on until Monday.

I’m still sussing out what I’ve learned about how I use(d) Twitter.

I had five posts about what I missed about having access to Twitter:

1. Instant information (and/or opinion).
2. Instant (or nearly so) contact (i.e. for baby sitting requests fer instance).
3. Traffic and weather updates.
4. Restaurant reviews and/or suggestions.
5. The ease of fundraising.

(And, yes, they are mis-numbered. I skipped III)

But otherwise, although I missed the connection with people, I clearly saw the way Twitter was taking over the way I spent time. And now that I’ve made the break, I need to figure out how to make it stick. While also going back to Twitter.

I will be using Twitter in the five ways I mentioned above. I’ve organized the people I follow into lists (I know, I know, I’m slow; sue me). I will also have to limit my time on Twitter to certain times of the day (one way I hope the lists will come in handy).

I’m still figuring out things on the professional side, which hasn’t gone as well as I have liked. (But, hey, I still have a full-time job, knock wood.) And it ain’t over ’til it’s over, right?

All in all, it was positive, and I’m glad I did it. It helped me re-prioritize how I spend my time.

Besides, it’s hard to be on top of that potty training thing when you’re on Twitter. Trust me on that.

Random Thoughts: Notes

I haven’t meant to have disappeared like that. Things are super busy. Which is, mostly, good.

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Potty training Kate continues to be a disaster. I blame inconsistency on our part.

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On the other hand, I have a post in mind called “Control Freak”, all about Kate, and how she wants to be in control of EVERYTHING right now, right down to her poop. And I don’t mean whether or not to poop on the potty — I mean that she doesn’t care to choose to poop at all right now, and will hold it… for long periods of time. If you’ve ever potty trained a stubborn toddler, you know the catch-22 this behavior leads to. Yeah, we’re there. Advice welcome in the comments.

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Also, advice on helping my children fall asleep when they need to. The bedtime coups continue. Dan is ready to turn to melatonin? Melanin? Something like that? Help me out here, Interwebz. A 10 p.m. sleep-time is BAD for growing children. And their mommies.

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Finally, Kim Z recommends the Fiery Furnances in my music post, and then adds that some people can’t stand them. So I checked them out on YouTube, and if you seriously are annoyed by this, something is wrong with you. (IMO.)

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Happy Easter weekend, peeps. See you on the other side.

You Don’t Know Me!

I’m still recovering a bit from the sudden surge in blog traffic from last week’s post in support of health care [insurance] reform. I had to close comments for a day to get a breather. I don’t mind intelligent debate, and I do think that some of the people who posted their opposition have some legitimate gripes and concerns. (As per my buddy Bluzdude, “paying for something I don’t want to” isn’t one of them. That’s how government works, for ill or good.)

Some people took issue if/when I deleted their comment. (I deleted about 10, maybe a dozen. One of them was an ugly misogynist rant, so don’t even get me started.) I deleted negative, go-nowhere rants (IMO) mostly, one or two that were completely off-topic, or if someone resorted to name-calling.

I know I made people unhappy. And I know that because some of them took it upon themselves to email me again to let them know how unhappy they were. One commenter even asked me to email the comment I had deleted back to him. Writing it had “wiped [him] out.”

I empty my trash really often. Sorry!

Although these further, er, communications made me angry, I took deep breaths and tried to stay calm (as I hit the delete key). I pretty much had two mantras:

1. Meh. It’s my blog.
2. These people don’t know me.

One of them wished me a happy Holy Week, I’m thinking somewhat sarcastically. Maybe he/she thinks I am a flaming liberal heathen. For the record, I’m a Catholic Democrat, which most of you probably know.

Another called me a weak-willed apologist.

My husband got a kick out of that.

For a little while, I felt like a big, popular (and/or infamous) blogger. And, honestly, I could have done without that.

I like my little niche of the Internet. I like the people who read/visit/comment on my site regularly. (There could be more of you commenting!) Ultimately, I’m in this for myself, to flex my writerly muscles, tell stories, talk about Lost and books or music, and occasionally air my opinion.

My husband is always handy with an analogy (sometimes graphic). He is amused by people who get offended by being banned from a site or by having their comments deleted (or not published in the first place). About the flak I got about deleting comments, he said, “Those people came and pooped on your front porch. It’s not censorship or poor etiquette to clean poop off your own porch.”

Like I said, graphic. But apt! That’s my baby!