Bushes | 29 March 2007

I watch Lost by myself these days; Scott has given up on it. In the course of every episode I entertain thoughts of giving up on it myself, but I guess I just go for being frustrated and treated like an imbecile.

But the Television Without Pity recaps, which although they are boring when — frequently — the show stagnates, make it all worthwhile when I come upon a few sentences that provoke spontaneous snorts of laughter:

What is up with these people and lurking in the bushes? It is really creepy. And how are these two going to meet anyway? Maybe Rousseau can put an “I Saw You” ad in the Craphole Island Times. “You cute Island teen with dark hair and attitude walking with crazed bald man on a mission. Me in bushes. Watching. Coffee?”

P.S. I watched the above-mentioned episode a week late; in it is revealed that Locke was in a wheelchair because his father pushed him through an eighth-storey window.* Earlier in the day, a local kid had fallen nine storeys from a balcony.

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