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i am still suffering from a “lost” finale hangover as one of my friends put it. and i am not in this dissatisfied camp. i think “lost” is some of the best writing on tv i have ever seen, and you know i can be pretty picky about my tv.

i still think “the man from tallahassee” is one of the most brilliant episodes ever and an absolute work of art. the writing, directing, acting, just all pure and perfect. but i digress. as with lost…

in all fairness, the only thing that did bother me was the “no, they’re not dead” line we’d heard from them since the beginning. we all thought they were dead all along, and they kept saying, “no, it’s not that.” then, it turns out, with a slight twist–it’s EXACTLY that. annoying. but, hey, i’ll take annoying over mind-scrapingly idiotic reality shows any day.

i cried. of course. i mean they gave us all the romantic moments we’d been hoping for, though i still think the desmond/penny reunion on the boat was still the best. but i digress. as with lost…

they may not have come up with some totally unforeseeable ending that came out of lost field, but, c’mon, there are only so many possibilities, and at least it wasn’t a polar bear’s dream or an alien’s mind probe. and although i’m still not entirely sure how a sideways universe is different from a parallel universe, i found myself continuing to be invested, rooting for the characters, wanting them to make it. and that, my friends, is the writer’s job. and they did it. with love.

so, farewell, “lost,” you linear rebels, you walkers to the beat of your own drum. there will never be another you. except in my sideways universe.

heart, char