Archive for May 30th, 2006

Somebody finally ties Lost with Prisoner

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006

rover.jpgAnd its about damn time. GAC and I have been seeing Prisonerish elements to Lost for quite a while now, and were looking for a Unified Theory. Well, Joe Powell by way of Big Orange Michael found this on EW.com, where evidently somebody gets paid to come up with Lost theories.

The Prisoner doesn’t get much more than a nod in the write up, and isn’t really relevant to the thing, but I was seriously half expecting one of the Others to say “Be Seeing You!”, or rover, at which point my head would have exploded.
Check it out, and if you haven’t checked out the Prisoner, check it out too. Because its more messed up than TV shows should be..

Creepy

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006

From Reality Me,

Top 10 Signs of the Impending U.S. Police State

I’d say more about it, but then I’d be a tin-foil liberal, wouldn’t I?

So do I duck and cover, or what?

Tuesday, May 30th, 2006

I watched some tv. I read for a little while. I tossed and turned, listening to AT’s rhythmic snoring.
It was a quiet snore. Any louder and I would have been justified in kicking him hard enough to make him roll over. I gently prodded him a couple of times, quietly asking him to roll over. At one point I threatened to shove my foot up his ass.
I rolled onto my other side and flopped my arm over my ear, trying to block out the snores. But apparently they were on a dicey soundwave that is more felt than heard. It resonated through my pillow, my mattress, my arm.
After about 30 minutes of this, I felt sleep coming. It was over the next hill, but its gentle waves were radiating toward me.
And then the siren started. I figured it was a car alarm and waited impatiently for it to stop. After five minutes of the blaring urgency, I got up, threw on some shorts and came in here to poke my head out the door and see if I could tell which house would need rolling tomorrow night.
But apparently the source of the alarm is across the turnpike. You know, where all the super-classified stuff is.
If I lived anywhere else, I’d dismiss the siren immediately, get some water, get indignant, and go back to bed. Instead my jaw clenches painfully, I feel the stomach acid rise, and wonder if I should be turning on the tv, just in case there’s some sort of emergency broadcast.
Oh well. 30 minutes after it started, the siren has stopped. I’ll stop being paranoid and try to get some sleep.