Bedtime around my place on weeknights is laughably early, usually around 9:30-9:45 p.m. People say it puts a crimp in my social life which would be true if I actually had a social life. But I don't.
It hasn't been easy, being a fan of "Lost" this season, what with it's 9:00 p.m. start time. Still, I managed to stay up on Thursdays until the gawd-awful hour of 10:00 p.m. to watch every episode.
Except last night, for the big season 4, 2-hour finale. So I dutifully set the vcr and started recording the show as soon as it came on, so I could re-watch the entire thing over the weekend (tomorrow is supposed to be crappy here in the east - great TV weather).
I was looking forward to savoring all of the big "revelations" that would be forthcoming in the course of the show.
When I got to work this morning, though, the office was abuzz with yak about the show. I tried, I really, really tried, to ignore the talk, to blot out the spoilers, to not hear that it's Locke in the coffin and yes, the island did move (sort of) and that all kinds of threads got wrapped up (sort of).
All day long I've been inundated, both at work and on the internets, by talk of the "secrets and spoilers" of last night's double-episode.
I feel like my brain has been metaphorically "flossed."
But I'll still watch it. What other choice do I have? What other choice do ANY of us have??!!
Friday Catfight: "When Queens Collide"
My friend Rob Byrnes (Famous Author Rob Byrnes) dug up this little nugget about LGBT blog accreditation for the upcoming Democratic National Convention.
Click here to watch the fur fly.