Jason Sandford
Jason Sandford is a reporter, writer, blogger and photographer interested in all things Asheville.
Funny. I feel the same. From Asheville Craigslist. Picked up link from Twitter crew:
Obviously this is a one-time deal. My offer is that I will buy you breakfast (anywhere you want) in exchange for an hour of your time and intimate knowledge of the TV series Lost. First, a bit of background: 1) I have seen every episode of Lost 2) I’m not a complete idiot 3) But I’m not a Mensa member either. Also, you’re probably asking yourself, “Why don’t you just look the information on the ‘ol World Wide Web?” Well, I have a series of questions that aren’t really answered by specific web posting(s). And while one posting might answer one question it can, at times, contradict another answer I thought I had nailed down. So I want to be able to ask follow up questions, in real time, as they arise. My main confusion (read: frustration) is the last season’s crescendo of disappointment that climaxes with the last episode. I want to move on with my life; I need a healthy relationship with a new TV series, but I have baggage I need to check. This will be as cathartic as it is educational for me. That is also why it is of absolute importance that this happen with a stranger. I don’t want to be reminded of this experience every time I see someone I know; it needs to be a clean break. What I need from you is a healthy and macroscopic understanding of the Lost universe along with grasp on tertiary plots/character arcs/unexplained island phenomena, a sympathetic attitude that understands why I might feel incomplete with the Lost anthology and a workman like attitude in tandem with razor sharp analytical skills.
The bottom line here is I basically need a therapeutic closing as it has been months and I can’t shake this feeling that I’ve been given the business by this show. Also, yes, it must be breakfast as I am a morning person and my mind works best between my first and second cups of coffee. It is paramount that my mental agility be at its apex for this exercise.
I summation: we meet at a public place, I buy you breakfast, you answer my questions about Lost and walk away after exactly one hour. At that point I will order a third cup of coffee, let the experience wash over me, tip the server 35% (as I foresee audible cursing that will need to be financially compensated for) and take a gratifying sip that will be the beginning of the rest of my life. Shalom.
Ha! This cracked me up. I feel this person's pain. I believe the ending is open to interpretation. People are still arguing over what they think is the real answer. The show's writers never really revealed what it was, I think, to keep the mystery alive.