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2010/01/07 · 7:01 pm

OMG, Hurley Likes To Surf!

Except he likes to work on his extra spicy ranch dressing chicken batter more.

The LOST team released another little morsel to whet our appetites before the season six premiere. Coming on the heels of the “LOST Supper” photos, we’ve now be given a second Mr. Clucks commercial starring it’s owner/operator, Mr. Hugo Reyes (the first premiered at Comic-Con earlier year).

But what does it all mean???

Well, if I had to bet it certainly points to the theory that the castaways land safely in Los Angeles instead of crashing on the island and all becoming besties. But Hurley also says that since he’s won the lottery he’s had nothing but good luck. So, perhaps, when Juliet detonated the bomb it didn’t just change everything from the moment right before flight 815 originally went down on, but it actually changed the course of the Lostaways lives even before their Sydney departure. But, really, who knows?

Perhaps Doc Jensen.

And did you notice the cost of the meal deal? $4.42. Whoa.

via sl-Lost

Bible Imagery! Let the ‘LOST’ Countdown/Takeover of Every Waking Moment of Our Lives Begin!

Ohmigod, I’m going to need freak out control.

Well, folks, less than a month until the final season of LOST premieres. I’ll be honest, because the hiatus is now so lengthy between seasons, I hadn’t been thinking about the show too much lately. And, to be franker still, the show so completely dominates my brainwaves when it’s on – between the actual episodes, the podcasts, countless blog posts, expert analysis, and chats with friends and co-workers – that I rather welcome the respite its extended break provides. When the show is back I’m totally and utterly invested. When it’s in the interim I rest up and allow my mind of focus on other (no less trivial) concerns; which probably explains why I’ve never really been immersed in the between season interactive games like the “LOST Experience.”

However, my excitement for the conclusion began to reemerge when I spoke to a friend over the weekend who, over the last few months, had just watched all five seasons for the first time. After an exhausting task like that her head, I imagine, must feel like Desmond’s when he ping-ponged through time (which, perhaps, makes me her constant. An honor and a responsibility, no doubt). As she just consumed the whole series at once, she was unable to have consistent conversations about the series, in-depth discussions about possible theories and explanations, the time to spend a week reading reactions and frustrations. Thus, as we talked about the island, about Christian Shephard, about Ben, Jacob and the Man in Black, about the clues planted in season one, about Juliet and the H-bomb, and about the probable locations of the characters when the show returns (on the plane? LAX? Exactly where we left them?), her novice enthusiasm, her LOST innocence rubbed off on me, and for the first time since early summer I was really excited about the show’s impending return. I began to remember how much I enjoy discourse around the show, and, even more, just how much I enjoy the show.

And then I saw this and the show was officially back to blowing my mind.