notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sorry, Jeff

I've added Why Lost Sucks to the blogroll. I hesitated to do this; the last time we discussed Lost in the Muck, the blog nearly imploded. But I figure that at this point implosion is better than the slow painful slide into irrelevancy that Notes From the Muck has been undergoing (No posts in a week?! Has that ever happened before?) -- so why not?

I haven't actually seen any of the episodes since Lost came back on the air. I did record them, but I have very little desire at this point to watch them. I am, however, quite enjoying reading about the new episodes on all of the Lost sucks blogs that are popping up all over the place. So that's going to be my new thing: I won't watch the show, but I will bitch about it and enjoy watching everybody else kick themselves for continuing to watch a show that obviously will never pay off the way we all wanted it to. I am now no longer just a disenchanted fan. I hereby declare myself an enemy of Lost. I will root for its failure and I will be validated when it dies away due to continued ratings decline. If it does improve and recover, I will be sorely disappointed because that will serve only to reward bad faith and bad behavior on the part of Lost's creators.

Why have I finally turned completely against the show? A few reasons:

(1) I saw that promotions for last week's episode promised to answer three big mysteries. Now I read that one of those mysteries turns out to be the origin and meaning of Jack's tattoo. Really? Seriously? Has anyone, anywhere ever wondered about Jack's tattoo?!?

(2) The numbers. This one really gets my goat. Those damn numbers were everywhere. They lured that French chick's boat to the island and were in her notes. They won Hurley the lottery and turned his life upside down. They were on the hatch and had to be constantly entered into the computer to prevent some sort of apocalypse. Surely the numbers had some meaning, right? Surely there was some explanation for the power and ubiquity of these numbers. Damon Lindelof, please tell me you haven't just been yanking my chain for two years with these motherfucking numbers.

No such luck:
As for the bad luck numbers, the answer is NO answer - Damon saying "I think that that question will never, ever be answered. I couldn't possibly imagine [how we would answer that question]. We will see more ramifications of the numbers and more usage of the numbers, but it boggles my mind when people ask me, "What do the numbers mean?"".
Now, that quote from Lindelof is over a year old, but I recently saw it for the first time while cruising the anti-Lost blogosphere. And I have to say: Are you kidding me? The creative force behing Lost can't "possibly imagine" what the numbers mean? Well, fuck me. Fuck me right up the ass. I've been played.

(3) Here's a list of 50 Lost loose ends. I hate to break it to everyone, but most of them will never be resolved. [Nelson Muntz] Ha-ha! [/Nelson Muntz]

This show once felt like a great show. I wanted to believe that the numbers meant something. They don't. I wanted to believe that Walt had some kind of magic powers, like being able to summon a polar bear by reading Hurley's comic book. Guess not; turns out the polar bears were there all along, living in the Others' cages (or so I gather). (By the way, are Walt and Michael just gone? It's sure starting to look that way.) I wanted Aaron to be pure evil, or at least be torn between good and evil in some tragic way. Now, the Others seem not to give a shit about Aaron even though they used to seem really intent on taking him from Claire, for some unexplained reason. I wanted to know why Libby was in so many back stories. She was in the mental ward with Hurley? She knew Desmond? And she lied to everyone on the island? WTF? But then the actress playing her got arrested and, whaddya know? Michael capped her right afterward. Oh well, I guess that wasn't important. But hey! Here's an idea: let's have yet another episode about whether Kate loves Sawyer or Jack. As if anything could possibly be less interesting.

In sum: Fuck Lost. But on the other hand, let's enjoy the fact that it's going out in a blaze of ignominy. Having inspired such a passionate fan base in the beginning, the disintegration of Lost is going to make for some mighty tasty haterade. Pour it on.

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