...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I always thought Lost was confusing to me because I only ever saw random episodes at a friend's house or when I was home for a weekend, and because the only person I know who's really into it is Jonathan, whose skill at explaining things so incoherently that it leaves the listener more baffled than before outstrips even my own ("It's like a proper devil island! And there's people and stuff. Oh, and polar bears, and there's like, this hole in the ground and it's fully messed up..."). But now I realise, it's because it makes absolutely no fucking sense. I've given up trying to follow the plotlines and am going to content myself with giggling over Charlie and perving on Sawyer and Sayid. And Sawyer/Sayid. And Sayid/Sawyer and pretty much any variations on that theme.

And speaking of Sawyer, what is he, like Lost's answer to Trowa Barton? Or possibly Yuki, on account of them sharing anti-Trowa tendancies like having nice hair and actual personalities. But seriously, what is this mindset of "Oh hey, you know that guy who totally ruined my life? Yeah, I'm going to take his name. That'll show him, the rapist/shyster/rich boy scum!" Christ Almighty, go to a therapist already.

But, fuck it, right? Because ultimately it's all about the hot men, which Lost has in spades. And by "in spades", I mean "three of". Because Boone is a whiny metrosexual who fancies his own sister, and Jack has stupid hair and makes this weird chicken-face when he's sad.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... Magneto was voiced by Christopher Judge? As in, the Christopher Judge? As in Head?! I think my brain has exploded from the incomprehensibility of ickle Pietro and Teal'c being related. Man, and I thought it was hard taking Kurt and Scott seriously when all I can hear every time they open their mouths is Quatre and Trowa.

In other news, possibly the worst thing about revisiting old fandoms is the fact that all those links you painstakingly amassed back in the day are now mostly defunct, and you're left screaming at the heavens that you want your fucking Lietro porn back right the hell now, do you hear me Liam Neeson?! But then you realise that you can preorder the entire third season on Amazon, and that love, betrayal and Pietro being bitchslapped with an armchair will be yours to own in a relivately short while, and you feel loved once again.