Last night's season finale episode of Lost blew away my beloved theory about the island within the first five minutes. However, it actually gave rise to a new theory, which I shall share with you shortly.

Spoilers abound. Stop reading now if you don't want to know anything, though all I'm discussing really only happens before the first commercial break.

My previous theory was that the island was some sort of alien spacecraft and that the "governing intelligence" was some kind of telepathic and telekinetic creature. It could create figments out of thin air, sometimes drawn from the memories of people. These figments can (and have) interact with the people on the island.

The smoke monster was sort of a telekinetically driven machine. Richard was a kind of "servitor robot". The idea of "Jacob" was just an avatar of the island's "governing intelligence".

There were holes in this theory, mind you: the fact that Miles talks to dead people is one.

Anyways. That's a dead theory.

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I am finally getting around to watching the 2008 Dr. Who Christmas Special.

All I can say is that I am filled with a ridiculous and irrational amount of joy while watching the Cybermen butcher a bunch of Victorian gentlemen at a funeral.

Patrick Stewart is going to be playing the Meddling Monk.

Stuff I've watched in the past month. This is all Netflixed or Torrented. I've got a big book list I'm working on, too.

Burn Notice is an excellent, excellent television series. You should watch it now.

Chaos is a clever film. 3 Stars, figure. It stars Jason Statham as a scruffy cop or a criminal or a driver or something like that.

Evan Almighty, despite being Jesus-ful, is actually pretty good.

Ellie Parker is a boring wank fest masquerading as some kind of art film.

Jumper is much better than you think it is going to be, even with little Anakin.

Wanted is okay but the comic is better.

Gone Baby Gone is well constructed but overlong.

Grandma's Boy is pretty funny, and I think I know all the characters.

Closure is okay, and made better because Gillian Anderson is still hot.

The Bucket List is okay but kind of tear-jerky.

Blade Runner: The Final Cut would have been better if he asked for more life, fucker.

Rambo is better than you think and explosion-y.

Dragonlance is a poorly animated suckfest from frame 1 to credits.

War is a telegraphed action film starring Jason Statham as a scruffy cop or a criminal or a driver or something like that.

Revolver is a surreal, choppy film starring Jason Statham as a scruffy cop or a criminal or driver or something like that.

The 2008 Knight Rider Reboot is better than expected. Plus: Val Kilmer as KITT.

Juno is excellent.

Untraceable is pure, stupid dreck. Dear Hollywood: it is the year 2008; you should understand computers.

The Game Plan has the Rock in it, and he's always fun. Disney schmaltz, otherwise.

Slipstream is intensely surreal and difficult to follow.

Southland Tales is a surreal sci-fi story. It has the Rock in it, and he's always fun.

Fracture is a legal crime drama that's pretty good.

The Brave One was better when it was called "Death Wish".

Balls of Fury had some fat hairy guy and a hot chick. I forget everything else.

The Lost Room bored me to tears.

Walk Hard had some clever moments but otherwise was overlong and tedious.

Michael Clayton was just plain excellent.

National Treasure: Book of Secrets was better than Indy IV.

American Gangster bored me.

Date Movie was hellish.

Hitman surprised me with how entertaining and stylish it was.

1) So hung over, and I blame Ivana, who is a demon. Actually, there's no "blaming"; it's totally her fault and she knows it. I should still be asleep but my head hurts too much.

2) I think Jaime Pressly is totally awesome in My Name is Earl

3) Not so much a fan of the "boss battles" introduced in Guitar Hero III

I've been feeling flu-ish. Again. So I sleep alot. I'm mentally lethargic. Directionless. Not eating well, with odd muscle aches and sinus headaches. My sleeping pills seem to be having less effect, my pulse is threading, my hands are itching.

So maybe I am getting sick. Again.

Or, or course, I could just be depressed. That works, too.

I've been re-reading a bunch of books that I enjoyed maybe 25 years ago. Stuff like the Dragonlance chronicles - total pap, brain candy I can devour. I have a stack of "serious" books (like Papillon) but I can't summon the mental energy to focus on them.

Maynard, subtly_modded, and I are trying to get a "real" game night running again with a couple other people. It remains to be seen, however, how well this will turn out.

Today I started watching Journeyman episodes. I'm only two episodes into it and I am enjoying it.

Journeyman is kind of like Quantum Leap with Lucius Vorenus playing the part of the "leaper".

And by "kind of like" I mean "exactly like", at least as far as plot points and the theme: Dude ends up zipping around in time randomly, intersecting with the life of a single person in order to alter their destiny. Where it departs (so far) is that our ex-Roman Centurion leaps to several points in time per episode, always leaps as himself, and there's a disturbing lack of Dean Stockwell (though it has a much better soundtrack).

Those aren't necessarily bad things; I just also happen to be watching all of the old Quantum Leap episodes on DVD at the same time. So the comparisons are pretty solid right now.

My only other nitpick is that the show takes place in San Francisco. Those who live here will know why this is a nitpick: it's filled with wonderful inaccuracies regarding the city (like rain showers in the summer, or houses with large lawns).

So, Dethklok.

This evening, subtly_modded picked me up and we drove across the bridge to Berkeley (1.5 hours in traffic) to see Dethklok play. There was already a huge line when we got there, but we hooked up with people we knew about 1/4 of the way up, and felt okay about it.

This was about 5:00.

At 7:00, they opened the doors. And they went. . . slowly.

At 8:15, we reached the front of the line.

At 8:15:30, they said, "We are at capacity, and no one else is getting inside."

Seriously, our group is next in line to get in and that's when they call capacity.

I cannot begin to describe the crushing disappointment.

Which, indeed, makes this the Most Brutal Show Ever.

Argh.

I am going to see Dethklok. Friday afternoon, about 4:00, leaving across the bay with subtly_modded.

There will be Thunderhorse.

There will be Briefcase Full of Guts.

There will be Sewn Together Wrong.

There will be Murmaider.

You should come. It will be ten kinds of awesome.

Let me know if you wish to join us.

We Reject Our Earthly Fires
Gone Are Days of Land Empires
Lungs Transform to take in Water
Cloaked in Scales We Swim and Swim Home

Dethklok is playing in Berkeley on November 2nd. I wish to go. subtly_modded also is planning on going.

Here is the home page for the tour; it gives the impression that it's a "free" concert. I can't find tickets for sale, which is, you know, odd, since the show is in 2 weeks.

So this gives me a horrible feeling. That is this: it's a totally free show. . . if you're a student at Berkeley. And you're fucked otherwise.

Would anyone be interested in seeing The Menagerie in a special theatrical release?

Holy crap. This show just keeps getting better and better, more real and solid.

I have saved the Metalocalypse season premiere for you.

I am moderately displeased that Sewn Together Wrong was left off the Dethalbum and yet Briefcase Full of Guts was included.

It irritates me to no end that the hawkmen in the Flash Gordon reboot do not have wings.

I got a pre-copy. It's just awesome.

subtly_modded sayeth that there is a "Dethklok" tour coming up. We have already made plans to see them if at all possible.

Patrick Troughton reminds me of user Zang TumbTumb.

I absolutely loved the first season of this show - I devoured all of the episodes via iTunes over the course of a day or two. The second season didn't disappoint, either - at least up until the season finale.

Weeds was awesome when it was a comedy show about a hot suburban widow selling dope. With the quirky characters and the problems she had with her family and friends and all sorts of stuff like that. It was funny! It was great like that.

Then, in the season 2 finale, someone gets killed. And the funny went away.

Sure, sure. The life of a drug dealer - even a suburban pot dealer - is, in real life, going to be filled with crazy, negative shit (like people getting murdered). But this is a television show that's supposed to be a comedy.

So far, season three has followed in this vein. It's not funny - or the jokes are rare and short-lived. It's disturbing, and dark. I kind of feel like I got nailed with a bait-and-switch scam.

In other news, I'm all caught up with Scrubs. Also, apparently the Hawkmen in the Flash Gordon remake don't actually have wings.

I really like Eureka. Especially because it has Salli Richardson in it, who I've crushed on since Gargoyles, but also Erica Cerra, who is just plain smokin'.

That is all.

I'm working through the first season on DVD of this show right now.

How come nobody told me this show existed?