Lost in Time
Jan. 12th, 2006 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianSo Lost. Anyone who heard the screaming of "Oh, don't you fucking dare" last night, followed by howling, growling and other bizarre animal noises? That was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo. I'm sure he scared a few penguins in the Antarctic, you know. :)
So a few points on the series so far:
1) Fuck the hell out of you, Jack. You are a doctor. You are, in fact, the only qualified medical professional on that island. Sun's good at the herbal shit, and Sayid can do a little bit of field medic stuff, but you've got surgical and diagnostic skills that no one else there actually has, not to mention the fact that you're the only one who really knows how to administer the various medications found in the wreckage. If something bad happens to you, people are going to start dying of stupid things like broken legs, anaphylactic shock, appendicitis, tetanus, poisoning from eating the wrong damm plant, and possibly even mosquito bites (scratch too hard, they bleed, get infected, gangrene sets in...), and yet you swan around the island playing the hero. You insist on shouldering packs of dynamite to the point where you lie to people to ensure you are allowed to do so, even if the decision had been taken out of your hands. You throw hissy fits when things don't go your way. "Everyone wants me to be the leader until I make a decision they don't like", you say. You know what? No one wants you to be the leader. Was there a vote? I don't think so. You're predominantly Americans; remember democracy? YOU'RE NOT THE FUCKING LEADER. What you are is a medic. So stay alive and be a medic. Save lives and be the hero that way.
2) Kate, grow up. You're supposed to be so clever and devious and cunning and stuff. You want to carry dynamite so bad? Go right ahead. But use tactics. Bring up point 1 to Jack if you don't want him hauling explosives. Bring it up reasonably but firmly and repeatedly. Don't just stamp your widdle foot and pout until you get your way. And when Jack lies to you for such an idiotic reason? Note that he has a deathwish and go find someone sensible to back.
3) To the fuckers in the tugboat: please to not be killing the eye candy. Oh, and if you want a particular person on the island? Try to be a little more specific, okay? You want Walt? Describe which child, hmm? Otherwise the crazy lady will get the wrong damn idea and start kidnapping pregnant women and infants and generally making a mess of Charlie's Just Say No campaign. Which isn't what you want when you actually want the black child. I know it's not PC to refer to his skin colour, but you're creepy pirate people in a tugboat! What do you care about political correctness?
4) To Charlie: *SLAP* The hardest part was over, dumbarse. You have Claire, you have Aaron, you have people crowding around you treating you like the hero when Sayid did all the work and you just got caught in traps both physical and metaphorical ... you have responsibilities and now you want to go back to the heroin, just because it's there? You are a fucktard and I hope the island eats you. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. And for anyone blaming Sayid for showing him what was in the Virgin Mary statues ... remember, Sayid didn't know. Only Jack and Locke knew; everyone else thought his initial withdrawal was just a bad dose of flu.
5) There are no answers here. I didn't expect any (I see spoilers) but still, it would have been nice to have a glimpse of something besides the Others. You know, the Ka-Klank-Ka-Klank or something. So far all we've had is OMGWTFPOLARBEAR?!?, Rousseau and a lot of flashbacky spiritual vision shit. I'm beginning to wonder if the whole damn thing isn't NWO conspiracy with lots and lots of psychotropic substances involved.
All told, I think the best part was C4's little 'advert': "We would like to apologise for the ending of Lost Season 1. We know you can't wait to find out what's in that hatch. Well, we can't wait either, so we're showing S2 in spring instead of next year the way we usually make you suffer." I paraphrase, but not much. Mr Autocue-Reading-Man was either a very good actor or just as frustrated as we were.
Fading Suns! Fading Suns! Fading Suns! *squee* I would like today to go much faster now, please. And that's not just tiredness talking (though there is some there; I need more coffee).
dodgyhoodoo. I'm sure he scared a few penguins in the Antarctic, you know. :)So a few points on the series so far:
1) Fuck the hell out of you, Jack. You are a doctor. You are, in fact, the only qualified medical professional on that island. Sun's good at the herbal shit, and Sayid can do a little bit of field medic stuff, but you've got surgical and diagnostic skills that no one else there actually has, not to mention the fact that you're the only one who really knows how to administer the various medications found in the wreckage. If something bad happens to you, people are going to start dying of stupid things like broken legs, anaphylactic shock, appendicitis, tetanus, poisoning from eating the wrong damm plant, and possibly even mosquito bites (scratch too hard, they bleed, get infected, gangrene sets in...), and yet you swan around the island playing the hero. You insist on shouldering packs of dynamite to the point where you lie to people to ensure you are allowed to do so, even if the decision had been taken out of your hands. You throw hissy fits when things don't go your way. "Everyone wants me to be the leader until I make a decision they don't like", you say. You know what? No one wants you to be the leader. Was there a vote? I don't think so. You're predominantly Americans; remember democracy? YOU'RE NOT THE FUCKING LEADER. What you are is a medic. So stay alive and be a medic. Save lives and be the hero that way.
2) Kate, grow up. You're supposed to be so clever and devious and cunning and stuff. You want to carry dynamite so bad? Go right ahead. But use tactics. Bring up point 1 to Jack if you don't want him hauling explosives. Bring it up reasonably but firmly and repeatedly. Don't just stamp your widdle foot and pout until you get your way. And when Jack lies to you for such an idiotic reason? Note that he has a deathwish and go find someone sensible to back.
3) To the fuckers in the tugboat: please to not be killing the eye candy. Oh, and if you want a particular person on the island? Try to be a little more specific, okay? You want Walt? Describe which child, hmm? Otherwise the crazy lady will get the wrong damn idea and start kidnapping pregnant women and infants and generally making a mess of Charlie's Just Say No campaign. Which isn't what you want when you actually want the black child. I know it's not PC to refer to his skin colour, but you're creepy pirate people in a tugboat! What do you care about political correctness?
4) To Charlie: *SLAP* The hardest part was over, dumbarse. You have Claire, you have Aaron, you have people crowding around you treating you like the hero when Sayid did all the work and you just got caught in traps both physical and metaphorical ... you have responsibilities and now you want to go back to the heroin, just because it's there? You are a fucktard and I hope the island eats you. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. And for anyone blaming Sayid for showing him what was in the Virgin Mary statues ... remember, Sayid didn't know. Only Jack and Locke knew; everyone else thought his initial withdrawal was just a bad dose of flu.
5) There are no answers here. I didn't expect any (I see spoilers) but still, it would have been nice to have a glimpse of something besides the Others. You know, the Ka-Klank-Ka-Klank or something. So far all we've had is OMGWTFPOLARBEAR?!?, Rousseau and a lot of flashbacky spiritual vision shit. I'm beginning to wonder if the whole damn thing isn't NWO conspiracy with lots and lots of psychotropic substances involved.
All told, I think the best part was C4's little 'advert': "We would like to apologise for the ending of Lost Season 1. We know you can't wait to find out what's in that hatch. Well, we can't wait either, so we're showing S2 in spring instead of next year the way we usually make you suffer." I paraphrase, but not much. Mr Autocue-Reading-Man was either a very good actor or just as frustrated as we were.
Fading Suns! Fading Suns! Fading Suns! *squee* I would like today to go much faster now, please. And that's not just tiredness talking (though there is some there; I need more coffee).