My name is Bean and this is my blog. Hence the name. If you have comments or questions, just leave them in the comments area.
I started watching Lost the summer after the first season aired, and I was hooked after the first episode. I watched it religiously from that point forward and I consider it my favorite television series to date. For it to end on such a crappy note was a huge disappointed to me.
What it boils down to is this: The flash-sideways of season 6 was a complete waste of time. Instead of spending half of the season watching people slowly awaken and bumble around in purgatory, the writers could have put out more episodes like "Ab Abterno" (Richard's back story) and "Across The Sea" (Jacob/MIB's back story) and brought some resolution to the many many many unanswered questions that came up over the years.
Lost ended like a soap opera. That ending could have been tacked onto the end of any television drama. The writers really pushed the notion that the story was "about the characters" in interviews leading up to the finale, and yeah, it IS about them, but it's also about the island! Every story is about the characters, but Lost was unique and great because of the island. When someone asks "What is LOST about?", I don't think anyone would ever reply "It's a drama about a bunch of people who go through a journey of redemption and salvation and form a strong bonds". No, instead, most people would say "It's about a bunch of people who crash on a bizarre island with a monster, hatches, time travel, and all kinds of crazy, interesting, interconnected mysteries."
That's it. That's all I am gonna blog about it. If I get into the details, I'll never finish this blog. It was a great show with a crappy ending.
Okay, one more thing... Jacob has a "thing" for numbers? Seriously? that's the only explanation? LAME!
Posted May 21, 2010 at 01:58:35 PM by Bean
Every now and then, I get the runs.
Ever since late 1998 or so, I've considered myself a "runner". I picked up running in my first major effort to lose weight, and as I dropped pounds, my distance and speed both increased. It was that great gob of positive, reinforcing feedback that ultimately led to me dropping about 60 pounds and running my first mini marathon. In the time since then, I've gone through phases... bouncing from running 4-5 times a week to skipping 4-5 weeks at a time!
I am happy to say that my longest and most inactive phase is now over. I'm back, and ready to get some more miles under my feet and drop a pound or two along the way. There's an app for that.