You mean the neutron bomb. But I think it would still leave corpses.

If you only were able to get a babysitter occasionally, you'd learn to make those nights count, El Zilcho! Mr. Reck and I stay out 'til midnight, so we can fall asleep in a movie after catatonically eating dinner out. WOOHOO! Wild life!

She can barely move her face! What the hell does that to a person? (Mostly rhetorical question.)

I would like to own up to my love of Filet O' Fish. I blame my parents for hooking me in them, but DAMN I love that tartar sauce.

I must apologize for my apparently extremely flawed memory. NY doesn't even allow wine in supermarkets currently: http://tinyurl.com/dleuv9

Stupid tornado warnings. I'll go to the basement when I'm damn good and ready!

I can't speak to the 24 stuff (I got bored with it around the Kim and the cougar part of season 2, or whichever season that was), but Wookiee, Johnny Ruin and WWOFTBBNR are right about Jack's heroism: it's cliched and dumb. LeFleur has more of a handle on trying saving a community.

Desmond has plenty of screen time, just interspersed widely. Miles, on the other hand, is desperately in need of his own ep. I love snarky dead-hearing slackers!

I fear you are right, Lymphatik. Oh, Island, PLEASE kill Jack or Kate! They're so annoying!

Second Tristiac. Sayid must have found out something more significant than "I was being used" if he was going to be so fierce with Hurley.

Everyone Loves Hurley — the highly anticipated Lost spin-off coming 2012 from ABC!

It was Ben.
Seconds on the caps in the DHARMA acronym, btw.

Is that a real whiskey? And is it really worth $120 a glass?

Or like Star Trek, with general branches of responsibilities: Science, Engineering, and, um, brownish yellow.

Post a link, you tease!

The song is "I Can't Give You Anything But Love," but it's Billie Holiday singing it. You're both right, sort of!

Look out for Brother Mouzone, Sayid!

Or perhaps he's the only one who is actually making a difference in how events might come to be? I don't think we need to take (the missing) Daniel Faraday's word for how the past must determine the future.

Oh, Lemur, you are my savior. What an awesome idea!

Hmmm… Rockford v. Riff Raff FTW.