I read the spoilers, I watched all the teasers, so I though I knew what was going on, until the very end.
WTF?
But then The Lost Forum explain it for me:
Jin was in a flashback to 2 months after his marriage to Sun before the island. Sun was her flashword after the island after Jin dies by means we don’t know.
Usually I fart around on the net and with about a half hour before beddy-bye time I’ll toss some nonsense here and smile at my blogging “proficiency.” I got so caught up in my blogging avoidance last night that I left no time to actually blog.
For those of you who might be wondering if I have to go out in the garage every morning with the bicycle pump and top off the left rear tire, the answer is no, I had the tire repaired yesterday.
So, the movie that Netflix said they were going to ship on Tuesday, they didn’t. It finally shipped today. To top it off it is coming from Baton Rouge, LA, so it isn’t expected to make it here until Saturday. Probably really won’t show up until Monday. This is probably the kiss of death, we won’t like it, for this movie too, the last time they pulled this stunt when we got the movie, The Good German, we hated it. To top it off it got lost in the mail going back the Baton Rouge…
Yesterday’s top count will be added into today’s and will be reflected in the footer of this totally worthless post.
Tonight is episode #7 of Season 4 of Lost, meaning more than half of this year’s shows will be over. They are only going to do 13 this year because of the writer’s strike. I’m not sure if it is after this episode or the next that Lost will be taking a break and not coming back until April to finish off the rest of the shows.
It has been three weeks since we last so Miles. Do you think he still has the hand grenade in his mouth? Ben’s out of lock-up, isn’t it about time we gave Mr. Straume a break?
All you kids go right ahead and drool over Shannon working on her tan, or Kate salvaging briefcases in her skivvies, or Sun in her blue bikini, me, I like my woman a little more mature. If only I knew whose side she was on…
Monday we placed two red envelopes in the mail. This morning I got 2 emails from Netflix saying that they had received the discs. So far so good. This afternoon I got one email from Netflix saying they had shipped one movie. Why not two? Did an email not get sent? So I checked my queue and there at the top it lists movie number 2 as shipping on Wednesday. WTF? It is not like it listed long wait or even short wait. Why the delay?
It just happened a couple weeks ago too. I mailed one back on Thursday, Friday I received the email telling me they had received the disc. They didn’t mail my next movie until Monday. Again why the delay?
I can almost forgive the one where the movie arrived back at the distribution center on December 30, but didn’t ship one out until the 2nd of January. But I can’t, because they actually received 2 movies that day with one being shipped out New Year’s Eve (which is still the next day.) Why the long delay?
My favorite delaying tactic is that whenever they get a movie back and for whatever reason, your next movie isn’t at the closest distribution center, they even tell you it will be shipping the next day from another distribution center. So not only do you have to wait 2 or 3 days for the mail instead of the usual one, but they add an extra day right from the git go. Haven’t they ever heard of the internet? It should take seconds to get the word to the next distribution center that I want that movie, not hours.
I’m being throttled, but what am I going to do, switch? Netflix is still the best fit for us and I think they know it.
The car has been handling a little quirky recently and I figured it was time for an alignment. The car tracks straight when you let go of the wheel, but seems to need constant attention to keep it in the center of the lane. Almost felt like I needed new shocks, but that shouldn’t be an issue because I just had new one put on back in August.
It couldn’t be a low tire as I keep a pretty close watch on the pressure, checking it every Saturday along with the oil level. Wait a minute, the last couple of Saturdays I haven’t done it for one reason or another. Maybe I should go check. I just did. Right rear 27-1/2 psi. Right front 27-1/2 psi. Left front 27 psi. Left rear 15psi. Ruh-roh, Reorge! Dis-mounted the tire and found what looks like a small nail about 2 inches in from the sidewall. Should be able to get this one plugged, depending on how long it is. The last time I found a nail in the tread area it was so long that it tore into the sidewall. Judging by the diameter of this nail it won’t be that long.
The photo to the left is proof that Donna and I went for a walk in the Woods today. OK, not really proof, I could have taken the picture months ago, but I wouldn’t say it on the Internets if it wasn’t true, would I?
The sign(s) is posted at the entrance to Crawford Fences where the kindly caretakers have placed stacks of large logs at intervals in a clearing for the horse riders to jump over. There are lots of actual fences and other log piles placed on trails throughout the 2,000 acres, but in all the time we have been walking in Hitchcock Woods we have never seen a horse and rider jump one. They always take the little alternate path around these obstacles.
I think next time we pass that way I will rip down those two pieces of wood, it is scaring off all the perspective jumpers, more people would take advantage of the jumps if they knew they could sue someone if they get hurt doing it.
If your family is anything like my family, today is a big day and celebrated by exchanging gifts. We are biding our time signing carols and drinking the traditional aqua vitae until the appointed hour when we gather around and watch the lower right of the PC screen as the hour magically jumps back from 2:00 AM to 1:00 AM.
Now excuse me while I go change all the other clocks in the house to tomorrow already.
A smart reader will realize that if I did have a time machine yesterday evening, I simply could have gone back in time a couple hours, thereby giving me plenty of time to write an elegant post, which probably would have dealt with my time traveling.
What I didn’t have time to write about last night was that at the book fair we went to last week I picked up a classic Sci-Fi novel about time travel. I didn’t know that it was a classic until I looked it up on the internet and discovered that it was nominated for the Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1973 and the Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1974. (I guess it got the nod in multiple years because it did it’s own bit of time traveling. The Man Who Folded Himself is still available new on Amazon, but you can only get the hardcover as used, like I did.
I am a sucker for time travel stories, I even like them when they show up in Chick Flicks like 1980’s Somewhere in Time and more recently 2001’s Kate & Leopold. So I really wanted to like this book, but it got too confusing nearly right from the start and then just got weird.
The first thing that is postulated is that if time travel is possible, paradox is impossible. So there is none of that worry accidentally bumping into yourself and causing the collapse of the known universe. And unlike the time travel in Lost, you can effect the future.
The protagonist of the story time travels back one day and befriends himself. They do the usual first thing, the himself from the future brings back the sports section and they go to the horse races and make a few thousand bucks on the races. He and his one day older self become fast friends. They do stuff together, go out to eat, take in movies. Pretty soon it is cue the Cristopher Cross music for the obligatory slow motion walk on the beach at sunset scene. They have sex with themselves. Yikes!
So I rationalize. I tell myself that it’s simply a complex form of masturbation, and masturbation is all right. Ninety-five percent of the people in the world indulge in it at one time or another, and the other five per cent are liars.
I haven’t finished the book yet, but the Wikipedia entry mentions that somewhere down the line he ends up living with an opposite-sex version of himself. How the heck that happens I am curious to see, but the cynic in me thinks that it had to added to make up for homosexual bit or the book wouldn’t have been published.
