Number 5: The Constant

My first review! Hooray hooray! If there could be fanfare there would be, but I'm still a relative n00b at this. So, instead I'll just get right to the review.

LOST - SEASON 4 - EPISODE 5 - THE CONSTANT

Perfect television, if I do say so myself. Quite possibly one of the greatest episodes in the entire history of the series. For a show known for being ambiguous, convoluted, and downright frustrating at times, I felt like the episode progressed smoothly and answered all of the questions that it had been given. Here's a quick synopsis of Desmond Hume's titular episode:

Desmond's mind went back in time after being exposed to the hatch explosion at the end of season two. That's how we got that trippy episode when he went "back in time" during season three. However, this time Desmond actually did go back in time, at least his consciousness did.
According to Daniel Faraday, resident physicist and time-traveler, the Desmond Hume that exists now is the mind of the Desmond Hume from 1996, and is caught in the time-space vortex and is continually switching between the two time periods. If he doesn't find some sort of constant (episode title!), something that is the same in both periods, then his mind will be so confused as to the entire quantum leap thing that his brain will implode and he will die.
Luckily enough, Desmond is able to get a hold of Penelope Widmore, his girlfriend who hates him in the past and loves him in the present. By forming the bridge of the relation of this very important person, Desmond is able to regain his senses and solidify himself in the time-space continuum.

Conveniently enough, here is a link to what I believe to be the greatest moment in LOST history.

Desmond Contacts Penny

If you did not cry after watching that scene, then you have no soul.

This is what television is. This is the amazing power that is has to move us, to bring us to tears, to make us feel so happy. Reality television can go die painfully because this is why I watch television. This is the experience.

Final Grade: A+

And finally, the absolutely perfect song to complement the episode:

Very Epic Song

That's it for today. I won't be updating on weekends, so see you next week!

Number 4: Deep Breath In And...

Deep breath out. I was going to go into a long, hate-filled rant about how the world is filled with pompous, insensitive, egotistical scum, but I already wrote something slightly upsetting yesterday. I figured that if I just turned the blog into a pity party nobody would ever read it, and that's true. So I guess I'll just get this out of the way right now, really quick:

Just because you play football, just because you shop at Abercrombie & Fitch, and just because you can slide by classes by being "funny" and a wise ass doesn't make you any better than anyone else.

Now, onto the not-rant.

I want to write a script and make a movie really badly right now. Like, really really badly. And it was all because of the line that I saw in my favorite Internet show, Yu-gi-Oh! The Abridged Series. Thank you, LittleKuriboh, for making such a wonderfully hilarious conglomeration of children's card games and pop culture references. It's in this one episode that I heard a conversation that went like this:

Tristan
I've been thinking, I don't know about you two, but I'm not happy being just a minor character. All we do is stand in the background and watch people play card games. It's time we took matters into our own hands and made names for ourselves as main characters.

Tea
That's dangerous talk, Tristan. We can't risk upsetting the natural order, who knows what could happen.

Tristan
I don't care. All I know is that we deserve to have our very own episode, and while the main characters are asleep, we're going to have an adventure. It'll be just like The Goonies!

Bakura
Can I be Corey Feldman?

Tristan
No. I'm Corey Feldman.

Bakura
But you're always Corey Feldman! When do I get to be Corey Feldman?

Tristan
Shut up! From now on your name is Chunk.

Tea
Can I be River Phoenix?

Tristan
River Phoenix wasn't in The Goonies.

Tea
He wasn't? Then which was the movie where they all went to find a dead body?

Tristan
...that's Stand by Me.

Tea
Oh...hey guys, can we go find a dead body?

Tristan
That sounds like an adventure to me!

I remember watching that scene and thinking, "That was so incredibly awesome," and then thinking, "That would be a great opening to a movie." So now, for some reason, I seem to want to do a movie on it. I really don't care what, where, or when the movie is, as long as it has that scene somewhere in there I want to do it. Seriously.

If anyone has any ideas, let me know. I'll be thinking about it for a while, and if I come up with any ideas I'll post them here.

Oh, and for those who want it, here's a YouTube link to the episode itself.

Episode 16: Fanservice

Number 3: Hedgehog's Dilemma

The closer you become, the more you hurt. Is it true, or is it the sort of thing that you're just imagining? You don't want it to be true, and yet that's why you fear it. That fear and that paranoia set in so much that you don't do anything on account of what might happen. That "might" restricts you, and holds you back from what you could be doing.

You go on into the store and your heart is racing because she might be there. She might be in one aisle, or standing in a corner, or waiting at a register, and you just prepare yourself for that possibility. And you wait, and wait, and it makes every second that much longer. And you feel the air grow thicker and your shirt begins to stick to you from the cold sweat you're trapped in. You think you hear her voice, you turn around, hopeful and fearful, and she isn't there. You buy what you need, pass through the door and leave, and you're shaking. You're putting the bags into the backseat of the car and you can't help but tremble because she wasn't there.

You want to see her because you need to see her. You don't want to see her you're scared of her. You slip between the two extremes constantly.

The farther you are, the more you need. The closer you are, the more you hurt. Such is the hedgehog's dilemma.

Number 2: Hooray for Mental Scarring!

This conversation has been carried onward through multiple forms of conversation, and I figured it'd only be right to bring it up here.

During the writer's strike, the television executives of Hollywood had to rely upon the lowest form of entertainment in order to achieve their ratings: reality television. Several horrible shows were spawned through the strike, including, but not limited to: My Big Redneck Wedding, My Dad is Better than Your Dad, Farmer Needs a Wife (I kid you not), and finally, The Moment of Truth.

It seems to me that our country has degraded enough so that the purpose of reality television is to watch other people suffer, and Moment of Truth is an excellent example of this. In the show, people are hooked up to lie detectors and must answer questions truthfully for money. Unfortunately, all of the questions are about the vict-err, contestant's personal life, and with their loved ones sitting in the audience, there's a lot more than money on the line.

But here's the thing; the people on this show really want the money. I mean, so much that they are willing to put their marriage on the line in order to win the $500,000. Oh, and did I mention that if you ever happen to answer a question falsely, you lose the game and all the money you've collected?

When the questions are things like, "Do you know anything about your mother that your father doesn't," "Have you ever stolen money from the bank you work at," and "If your ex-boyfriend wanted to get back together with you, would you leave your husband for him," you're pretty much risking your entire life.

And then you lose...basically. You do win a wonderful consolation prize: divorce papers!

It just saddens me that humanity has sunken to this level of low, and that the show has enough ratings to keep it on the air. Uggh...thank goodness the writer's are back.

So that's pretty much it for today's post. If you're reading this, feel free to comment! Later!

Number 1: Why I Decided to Blog

So, hey. Thanks for stopping by.

If you're reading this, it means you were nice enough to come and check this place out. I don't really say that much in school, but outside of school it's near impossible to shut me up. I figured if there was going to be a place to talk, I might as well call it my own. So, this is where I'll be publishing my thoughts for a while, an undetermined amount of time as of now. I don't know how long this thing'll last, but I'd like it to keep going for a while.

And so, I figured I'd post something here in the first article called The Blogger's Code of Conduct. It was established by Tim O'Reily (among others) last year, and I felt like it deserved a place in this establishment somewhere.

1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
4. Ignore the trolls.
5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
7. Don't say anything online that you wouldn't say in person.

That pretty much sums up the blog in general, and essentially sets up the rule I'm placing on this blog. Don't post any comments on here until I figure out how the whole thing works; anything you want to say, you can say it on my facebook, which I'll be linking to this page.

That's pretty much it for now. Later!