Desmond Tutu, you ain't...

Oh crap, I can't stand how good this show is!! It leaves me sitting at the dining room table--all tense, hunched, and wide-eyed! This show will be the death of me. Don't you understand that I can't take the pressure of it all?! That being said, Lost has neatly positioned itself as one of the best shows on television (or at the very least the one with the most posturely-challenged fans).

Lost has started to be about how far one would go given desperate circumstances, and I love it. I must have said "Desmond, really? C'mon Desmond, really?!?" a million times. Without knowing if it will really make a difference, can you really sacrifice someone else's life? Mmmmmmmmm, maybe. Yeah, I didn't comment about Juliette last week, but you do what you gotta do when stuck on a not so deserted island with its own monster for three years. Juliette doesn't know those people. Ok, maybe you don't shoot people Michael style, but you certainly betray them to get home. Get your plane ticket on, girl. Work your guilt out later.

Oh yeah, the other thing Lost seems to be all about is giving us tidbits when there are meals to be had. There is a four-toed statue to be explained and all we get is why Desmond says "brother" all the time. I just thought it was a Scottish thing.

Did anyone catch the photo Desmond's silver haired medium sitting on the monk's desk? Do you think that she/they set Desmond up? I mean, honestly, one moment he's perfectly coherent (or, you know, close) and then he is lying in the street speaking to a monk. He stays at the monastery for months only to get fired and leave the very day Penny, rich ass Penny (Hey, did she say "My name is Canelope."?), comes there on a beer run? You make 108 (interesting number) cases of wine and you don't have a deal worked out with the local post office? Do the ridiculously rich customarily go on trips to lug boxes of wine from the local monastery? I think Cruella had a plan for Desmond, and I think it was to save the world.