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[apocalypsos]

THAT WAS REALLY FUCKING WRONG. In fact, as punishment, I think that fandom deserves half of everything that JJ Abrams owns, including one of the J's.

And now we have to wait until January?! *sigh* Okay, did I miss the warning that comes at the beginning of every episode that says, "In the first five minutes of viewing this episode, your immediate vicinity will magically freeze and a teleporting scientist will pump you full of crack until you're incredibly addicted to this show"? Because I'm pretty sure my VCR keeps cutting that part of every episode off on my tape.

Anyway, in other news, Boone running an offshoot of his mother's "Martha Stewart of weddings" company is so obviously a setup for a Jack/Boone wedding fic, I'm amazed no one's pounded it out already. Where have all the slashers gone, people?

Then again, in other Boone news ... "They teach you how to predict the weather at a box company"? Boone, darling, I know it's humid there, but I also know that if Locke's anything like me, he can smell rain coming a mile away, especially if it's that heavy kind of downpour that hit right after he predicted it. That's not hard to catch if you know that smell.

Oh, and now Kate's a tracker? Lovely. *eye roll* Although I couldn't help but think that a thousand slashers sighed unhappily when Boone didn't suddenly display tracking abilities and go off with Jack. Hee.

Walt's a little punk who's really starting to get on my nerves. Seriously, what the hell? The thing about having another dad, though ... that explains a lot. Or a little. Hell, I don't know anymore.

Have I said lately how much I love Hurley? 'Cause, seriously, the love knows no bounds. He was seventeenth in a tournament, don't ya know. *nods knowingly*

Also, Sawyer. Who needs lots of sex immediately, except not by Kate because she's covered in Mary Sue skank. Oddly enough, I am not covered by Mary Sue stank, but alas, I'm not living on a desert island in a fictional world. I shall remedy that posthaste. :)

EDIT: You know, I know the whole pounding on Charlie's chest until he breathed again thing is unrealistic, but let's remember this is the same island that made Locke walk again. Who said Jack was the one who saved him? ;) *saunters off whistling as thousand of plotbunnies attack*

CASTAWAY OF EDIT: Tonight, I described my obsession with Lost by saying, "I have no idea what the fuck is going on, nothing makes any goddamn sense, and yet I can't stop watching." Which sounds about right, doesn't it? :) (It also makes it sound like a serious traffic accident between two rubber chicken trucks driven by sentient squids, but whatever.)

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[eiluned.livejournal.com]

See, I've spent my whole life around that accent, and once you've heard it come out of the mouth of some asshole shitkicker who hasn't bathed since his last mudding adventure, it loses quite a bit of its charm.

But the smile is melt-inducing, I'll give you that.

[fyrdrakken]

It was discovered back in my BtVS fandom days that accents have to be exotic to appeal. When they sound like the guy next door, the accent stops being an attractive factor.