(If you don’t watch LOST, these posts will be torturous to you. I apologize in advance. Just skip them and come back on Wednesdays, where I will try to make it up to you.)
10 quick things I thought of while watching episode 7 of LOST’s final season, “Dr. Linus”.
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10 Observations/Questions/Thoughts
1. Live by the gas, die by the gas. Love how in the sideflash Ben used gas to help his dad (his oxygen tank), instead of kill him like he did in the original timeline when he gassed him in the van. Roger Linus talks about wishing he could have stayed on the island with DHARMA, wondering if Ben would have become more than just an under appreciated history teacher. Lucky for us, we know what Ben would become….a manipulative, power-hungry man.
But perhaps there is hope for Ben yet? Something begins to click in him when Miles tells him that Jacob did believe in him right up until Ben chose to kill him. And later when Ilana forgives him, he finally puts his gun down. Those were some great scenes.
2. Another episode, another character sees their reflection in a mirror. This time it was Ben in the microwave door making a meal for his dad.
And for those who need a timeline refresher on Ben and “the incident”, I believe this is what happened…
+ young Ben was shot by Sayid (the day before they started evacuating people off the island because of the pocket of energy they were about to drill into)
+ Richard took him into the temple to save him
+ Young Ben is saved and then Widmore tells him he will have to go back and live with his father.
+ The next day Widmore takes him back to Dharmaville (I’m supposing)
+ Later that day Roger Linus shoots Sayid, screaming “You’re the son of a…who shot my kid”.
+ We have our incident and diverting timelines, one in which Ben and dad stay on the island (Timeline A)…one in which they leave the island before it sinks (Timeline B).
3. Still no Desmond? Arggg. Probably the most frustrating thing about the season for me.
Filed in ... Pop Culture
I recently realized I was born to be in advertising. It’s only a matter of time before every major ad firm is begging me to join their staff and every major company is on my doorstep asking me to hock their wares.
Please don’t be alarmed by the sheer genius and awe-inducing power of what you’re about to see. And please don’t try to donate money to me for sharing these…I’ll be dropping these on you pro bono every week until I get hired to do this full time. It shouldn’t take long…
(to help you cope with the daylight savings time adjustment, here’s 2 new editions)
and if you can’t see these in your reader, click here.
If you’re an ad agency and you want some of this, it’s bryanallain-at-gmail.com.
If you’re a company with a product to sell, ditto.
I’m changing the game…we are all witnesses.
ps…I skipped over edition #003 because that one deserves it’s own post next week.
I’m going to be doing a handful of guest posts next month on some of my favorite blogs. Guest posting is a blast because you get to write for a different audience than you normally do, so it’s a chance to show a new group of people that there’s clearly something not right in your head.
As I was thinking about which blogs I’d like to guest post on, I had an idea. Why don’t I start a new blog with videos of my best arm farts? I slept on the idea, and realized the next day that it sucked.
Then I had another idea. Why don’t I guest post on YOUR blog? I slept on this idea, and it stuck.
So here’s the deal. Leave a comment to this post with 3 pieces of information.
1. Your blog address
2. A one sentence synopsis of what your blog is about
3. List 3 random words that you would like me to use in my guest post on your blog.
Entries will be open through the weekend, closing on Sunday night at 11:59pm EDT.
Next week I will pick either 3 or 4 winners (still figuring that out). What you win is a guest post by me on your blog. (Some would call this a prize, others a punishment.)
My guest post…
1. …will be between 500-1000 words
2. …will be about whatever you ask me to write about.
3. …will include the 3 random words from your entry.
4. …will be linked to from my blog, meaning you will get a lot of traffic. (and by “a lot” I mean “not really that much”).
5…will be posted on your blog sometime in April on a date we both agree to.
There you go. I don’t ask for too much from you guys, but if you’re up for it I’d love to work together on this one.
So…Can I guest post on your blog?
Filed in ... Miscellaneous, Readers
Welcome to Cliche Thursday, where each week we deconstruct 5 expressions that we’ve all become a little too familiar with and ask you for some of your own least favorites.
Today we’re getting a little violent…
Here we go…
“Don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger” – and for future reference, even if I’m not just the messenger next time, don’t shoot me then either.
In fact, here’s a rule of thumb to go by for all of our future interactions. No matter what I am, never shoot me.
“Bite the Bullet” – Legend has it that they used to give wounded soldiers a bullet to bite on when undergoing surgical procedures before the invention of anesthesia.
Maybe I’m an idiot, but couldn’t we have found something less dangerous for these guys to stick between their clenched teeth than a live round? How about a rock? A piece of wood? An angry mongoose? I guess it wasn’t bad enough that these guys were having limbs amputated with no pain meds, we wanted to try and blow all the teeth out of their mouth as well.
“I’ll be a son of a gun” – But to be honest, I didn’t have much of a choice. My daddy really did love that female rifle of his.
“He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword” – That’s because most people die in their houses.Truth is, this expression works no matter what you live next to.
Move next to a pumpkin patch and suddenly this expressions becomes “He who lives by the gourd, dies by the gourd.”
“Let’s bury the hatchet” – and let’s hope no one around here owns a metal detector, because if they dig that thing up, our fingerprints are all over it. And blood. There’s a lot of blood on that hatchet. And maybe carving the names of our victims into the wooden handle was too much? Yeah, it probably was. So was autographing the blade in a sharpie.
You know what? Less talking, more digging.
What About You: Any expressions really silencing your gun lately?
Add them to the list so we can skewer them in the coming weeks.
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Bryan Allain is a writer, speaker, and pretend hitchhiker living in Lancaster County, PA with his wife Erica and their two kids, Kylie and Parker.
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