Well, it's over. Kaput.
Two weeks after the event and the realization has finally settled in; no more LOST.
The final Cliffs Notes rerun of the final episode just aired this past Sunday so there is no more gristle left on the bone to gnaw. My Tuesday nights are free again.
What does one do now?
Normal people would just shrug and move on to something else...perhaps find another show to obsess about. A few hardy souls may even switch their TVs off entirely and dare brave the outside world. More power to them. I, too, would attempt such a daring feat but I know that crossing the threshold to that great Outland would only bring me face to face with Atlanta air in summertime. The Smoke Monster's got nothin' on our Smog Monster! I'm staying put.
The most obsessive of our Lostie lot will probably pull out their DVD collections and begin an endless cycle of viewing the series from beginning to infuriating end looking for deeper subtexts, overlooked foreshadowings, and plain ol' forgotten plot threads.
Others will probably sit glumly before their now blank tv screens and pray to Jacob for any form of series continuance, no matter how improbable its construct; like perhaps a spin-off sitcom with Hurley and Ben becoming mis-matched roommates in an apartment in OtherVille. Rose and Bernard would guest star as the wacky neighbors.
Hmmmm, maybe not.
More to come.......
