2.19.2008

Found

It's true that in some ways I'm kind of a 14-year-old boy trapped in the body of a 29-year-old woman.
I freak out when serial comic books aren't released on time, I make comparisons between real life and Buffy, and I own all three special editions of Lord of the Rings, which I keep between Argonath bookends.

But I'm beginning to realize that my obsession with Lost is, by far, the most grown-up of my guilty pleasures. Beyond the fact that it's so complicated, well-written and snarky, Lost is forcing me to study philosophy (along similar threads), physics, and history.
The problem is that I don't think I can keep this up for another 3 years.


To be found in the real world:
--More pandering, ya hey?
--The last gnawed bits of freedom of speech.
--Some hope.

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