Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Lost, definitely lost

Per the strict guidelines of the Hot Lutefisk act, I must update The Writings this very evening. Unfortunately, my brain is simultaneously trying to comprehend the episode of Lost that just ended and deal with the fact that the Royals are losing 7-1 to an unbelievably mediocre Cleveland team. If you'd like your mind to feel similar, strike your spacebar repeatedly for 45 seconds... with your forehead.

While I have learned even more about smoke monsters and lousy relievers than I knew a few hours ago, I don't really feel that either item would make much of a blog topic right now. After all, as has been recently revealed, one is the embodiment of all that is evil... and the other is a character on a fictional television show. (Insert rimshot here)

After such an evening, any chance at crafting text that comes off as creative, funny, or even worthwhile is, well, lost. (And let's be honest, chances weren't that great to begin with.) Instead, I'll simply leave you with a wise proverb:

Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it.
Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

- Homer Simpson

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