i finally caught up on the season finale of LOST–all three fucking parts of it!!!!–and i feel like i performed a triathalon–if they have triathalons that involve sitting in front of a computer and screaming “oh no they didn’t!!!” for three hours.

dave sent me this nytimes story on LOST and this paragraph sums up why this show is like the television equivalent of crystal meth:

“Lost,” which concludes its fourth season on ABC on Thursday night, refuses our passive interest while it denies us the satisfaction of ever feeling that we might confidently explain, to the person sitting next to us at dinner, that we have a true grasp of what is going on — of who among the characters is merely bad and who is verifiably satanic. To watch “Lost” is to feel like a high school grind, studying and analyzing and never making it to Yale. Good dramas confound our expectations, but “Lost,” about a factionalized group of plane crash survivors on a cartographically indeterminate island not anything like Aruba, pushes further, destabilizing the ground on which those expectations might be built. It is an opiate, and like all opiates, it produces its own masochistic delirium.

You can read the rest here.