Since someone has mentioned Mr. Eko, I wanna mention something that has often bothered me the most.

I came back here today just to see if anyone had responded to this — and thanks to all of you who have.

Haaaaaaaaaaaa….!
Well played, my friend.

Muthafuckaz wanna get with me…..
um….
make love with me?
Marry me?

This monkey from the future is correct.

Lexicon,
what you say is largely true, and reminds me of a New Yorker piece I just read, in which the author was creaming all over themselves about the new U2 album, and marvelling how at U2 shows, the new songs get the biggest reaction, and how unusual that is.

Without the slightest ouce of snark —

"but only ironically and/or to laugh at the unwashed."

I love far too many Dylan songs to list.
I will just say that if this album is anything like the last 2, I can sadly pass…. I just can't get excited about that new sound, even though the lyrics are still often fantastic.

I do not like either. The backing vocals are what make it particularly not work for me. Or some more elegant expression of that which I am feeling. Which is mild dislike.

I was wondering about the physical feasibility of getting lots and lots of people far enough away from the island in 4 hours that a hydrogen bomb explosion would completely and utterly vaporize them with, if nothing else, freaking vaporized radioactive sea water. And that wouldn't be no atmospheric detonation — there…

Baaah!!
I was *just* wondering why the hell Desmond Hume is trying to sell me stuff.

I like the idea of the stones being part of an infinite loop (a la the compass, one of the coolest concepts all season) —

"a live-tweetfest of the show with some other AVCers."

"a shared love for sitting in chairs."

Know what word i FUCKING HATE more than anything else? "EPIC". Fucking can't stand it.

…If it were written/performed/recorded by any other band people would accept and acknowledge how shitty a song it is, mayhap….?

Though I've come to like London Calling a lot (but not *love* it), I can kind of see the comparison between these two bands, in that there seems to have been a whole lot of people at the time who metaphorically creamed their proverbial panties over them back in their respective hay-days.

Oh dear…..
Well, what I *meant* to say ways, I CAN'T GET BEHIND THAT.

I CAN'T BEHIND THAT.