Sorry for the lack of posting this week, but I've had a number of earlier-than-usual mornings at The Store for special projects. But hey, all is still well, and I can now add "stretch steel cable between two brick pillars" to my skill set. That's me, Handyman to Blogistan.
Anyway, tonight I'm watching Live from Lincoln Center's clip-show. If you think that clip-shows suck, you haven't seen Live from Lincoln Center do one. Wow. Now this is a clip show, and it's wrapping up with that old chestnut that always gets my heart going pitter-pat, Luciano Pavarotti singing "Nessun Dorma" from Turandot.
A little while ago I read a summary of the Lost season finale, and something struck me, even though I gave up on actively following the show a year ago: it's the TV show equivalent of those surreal computer games Myst and Riven. You've got desert islands that may or may not constitute the entire world, you've got lots of strange stuff all over the island that may or not mean something relevant, you've got strange numerological puzzles and weird mixtures of nature and technology. Someone should get J.J. Abrams in an interview and ask him if he was a big Myst fan a decade ago. (For the record, I loved Myst and Riven, but I never played the third one.)
Oh, and here's an article that makes the pro-American Idol case. Now I don't have to feel all dirty and stuff about loving the show...and heck, with the hippies winning The Amazing Race and now Taylor winning AI, I'm wondering if the old "things happen in threes" might apply and have the Sabres win the Cup.
Well, that's it. Hopefully this weekend I'll get back up to full blogging strength.