I Want to Ride My Strickecycle

This Writer's Strike while necessary (I am on Team WGA), has been a horrible ordeal. First was the announcement that because of lack of pilots, Dexter was going to be broadcast for CBS. Are you kidding me? Dexter on basic cable is like going to a strip club where they only show ankles and elbows. Then it was the halt halfway through the production of Lost.

Now it seems the two sides (which sort of remind me of a bad sitcom couple) are re-negotiating.
It first started last Saturday, when the New York Times reported that "major roadblocks" were removed from a resolution.

That following Monday the WGA released a statement warning that the deal was not done despite the rumors from the Times. “The facts: We are still in talks and do not yet have a contract," said WGA President Patric Veronne.

Now on Tuesday, with all the anticipation and informal talks taking place, it seemed like all channels of media were walking on eggshells, worried that they might jinx the work that has progressed. However, Deadline Hollywood wrote an in-depth article that went over some key points.

• A draft is currently being written for a resolution.
• The draft still might be shot down by the board of the WGA.
• A letter was issued to all WGA members that stated, "nothing is official, yet."

While this was all "g'd up from the feet up," the real panty dropper came yesterday when The Edge reported that the strike could and will be resolved by the Oscars. A WGA membership meeting is scheduled for Saturday, which might seal the deal.

So what does this actually mean? It means a full-fledged Oscar Ceremony (which is deserving with how good cinema has been lately). It means our favorite shows will be back by fall or even earlier, and it means my social life will continue its downward spiral to me becoming the creepy dude with snakes that smells like catnip and hotdogs. But hey, at least I'll have my Lost!

The Beginning of the End...of me going to class on Fridays

Any non-Lost fans need not read this post. With that said, let the ravenous fanboy rant begin. Ahem.

The first episode of this season of Lost injected the series with a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. The adrenaline was the inescapable tension between the two camps that were divided and the heart was in the form of the most lovable character on the show, Hugo "Hurley" Reyes.

Let's start with the rising altercation between Jack and Locke. The man of science and the man of faith have always butted heads during the show, but lines were offiically drawn when Jack pulled the trigger on our bald "Communicator of the island" with no effect (the gun wasn't loaded). This act foreshadows that while the two have divided the survivors by who they follow, this is nowhere near complete.

Speaking of the two camps divided, there were some serious surprises on who joined who. Rose and Bernard staying with Jack? Correct me if I am wrong, but if Rose leaves the island, she is inevitably donezo, so why split from the one man who's ultimate goal is to stay on the island?

And Sawyer and Kate splitting up? Maybe Jack's "I love you" to Kate in the season 3 finale meant more than the late night tent romps that the two were doing.

If I crashed on that island, I think I would go with the dude with possibly the most bad-ass scar of all time, the ex-Iraqi soldier, and the Scot who can see the future. Then again, Hurley went with them and apologized to Jack about it in the flash forward.

Speaking of the flash forward, kudos to Damon Lindelof and Cartlon Cuse for such an excellent written section of the show. Here's the true genious: we are starting to watch flashbacks of the flashforward that took place in the season 3 finale. Those two just officially hooked me. Hopefully they can line and sinker my ass within the first eight episodes of this season.

Here are some other points of interest:
-Hurley not only seeing Christian Shepard in the rocking chair in Jacob's cabin, but Jacob's eye as well.
-Favorite line of the show: Sawyer while cocking the rifle "And I thought I was going to get a good nights sleep for once." You sir, are a Bad Ass Mother Fucker.
-Charlie in the flashforward? Something tells me that the "it" that Hurley alluded to while playing horse with Jack was what Charlie "was." Ya dig?
-Ben, the snarky bastard, is still outsmarting Jack. I'd like to see him get a knife in the back like Naomi, but if she can set up a false trail, climb a tree, out-muscle Kate, then fix a satelite phone BEFORE kizzing out, a head shot would suffice.

That concludes the insidious fanboy rant. Stay tuned tomorrow for a recap of the apparent breaks in the writer's strike.