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01.12.05
Off the Island
09:39 PMI don't watch any of those exciting TV poker shows, so I'm afraid I'm not as up on the terminology of the game as most, but I'm giving it a shot anyway.
Hey, Lost:
I call.
You've bluffed two times two many, and your ratio of new questions to answers is off the scale. In just one ep, you've turned me from fan to bitter ex-fan. Now I'm no more interested in this show than I am in J.J. Abrams' other show, the one with the girl in little clothes who runs a lot.
It's not even the utterly predictable, and not so shocking, flashback outcome that ticks me off. It's the other thing, the ultimate lame trick of a show that's out of good ideas. Now, Lost, you're in Killer Bob territory. Janeway-and-Paris-turning-into-lizards-and-mating territory. Dallas territory.
You, Lost, have jumped the polar bear. In Episode 13.
Unless you haven't. And as your luck would have it, half my household's still with you. So you get another chance to show me if you've really got something.
But I can tell you don't. So I – what's the word again? Oh, yeah. Call.
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Uh, you lost me there.
What exactly are you talking about?
– Bowler · 8 PM
Sorry, I was struggling to be spoiler-free. Details to come.
– tim · 7 AM
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