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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955</id><updated>2012-01-09T01:05:04.377-05:00</updated><category term="Personal" /><category term="Dungeons and Dragons" /><category term="sid and marty krofft" /><category term="EPCOT" /><category term="Friday's Feast" /><category term="Home Movies" /><category term="Stupid Me" /><category term="movies" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="Space Shuttle" /><category term="Peter Pan" /><category term="Grease" /><category term="Batman" /><category term="The King and I" /><category term="College" /><category term="Tennessee Titans" /><category term="Ficlets" /><category term="Busch Gardens" /><category term="Puzzles" /><category term="Top 10 Lists" /><category term="Classic TV" /><category term="Breaking News" /><category term="Zombies" /><category term="work" /><category term="Theme Parks" /><category term="Universal Studios" /><category term="TV" /><category term="Current Events" /><category term="Jimmy Buffett" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="Goofy" /><category term="BrainyBoy" /><category term="Stephen King" /><category term="Shameless Posts Wanting Free Stuff" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="roller coasters" /><category term="Land of the Lost" /><category term="Annie Diary" /><category term="Baseball" /><category term="church" /><category term="Blogathon" /><category term="Conversations" /><category term="RexandTheBeast.com" /><category term="D.I." /><category term="Local" /><category term="SPC" /><category term="The Office" /><category term="Dragonlance" /><category term="M*A*S*H" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="Disney" /><category term="Star Trek" /><category term="24" /><category term="Suessical" /><category term="Picket Fences" /><category term="Twitter" /><category term="Marriage" /><category term="Back to the Future" /><category term="Memes" /><category term="Technology" /><category term="Award" /><category term="Lost" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Podcasts" /><category term="Things You Didn't Really Need to Know" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="TTA" /><category term="Arrrrr....." /><category term="Harry Potter" /><category term="Annie" /><category term="Jurassic Park" /><category term="Politics" /><category term="Oops" /><category term="30 Rock" /><category term="Las Vegas" /><category term="Popular Culture" /><category term="Theatre" /><category term="Reunions" /><category term="Writing" /><category term="DVD" /><category term="University of Tennessee" /><category term="Animation" /><category term="Websites" /><category term="Religion" /><category term="Health" /><category term="School" /><category term="Time Travel" /><category term="Atomic Horns" /><category term="Olympics" /><category term="Williamsburg" /><category term="Pets" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Creepy" /><category term="Battlestar Galactica" /><category term="Comics" /><category term="Growing Up" /><category term="YouTube" /><category term="The Gauntlet" /><category term="Video Clips" /><category term="Men" /><category term="The West Wing" /><category term="Knoxville" /><category term="Barry" /><category term="Tink" /><category term="Computers" /><category term="Bringing the Funny" /><category term="Children" /><category term="Flash Forward" /><category term="Star Wars" /><category term="Misc." /><category term="Tennessee Volunteers" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="fiction" /><category term="Dreams" /><category term="Football" /><title type="text">Inn of the Last Home</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome to the Inn of the Last Home.  A calm spot in a world of dragons.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/InnOfTheLastHome" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="innofthelasthome" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-2799566176299305310</id><published>2011-08-12T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:56:11.235-04:00</updated><title type="text">Test</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-2799566176299305310?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/2799566176299305310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=2799566176299305310&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2799566176299305310" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2799566176299305310" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2011/08/test.html" title="Test" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-1554883823217217570</id><published>2010-05-24T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:54:25.817-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><title type="text">Top Five things we learned from LOST</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Men of Science and Men of Faith can learn to understand each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jack was a doctor, a fixer, a man infused with a supernatural ability to heal that defied explanation and obsessed with finding the best way to solve problems.  His inflated sense of purpose prevented him from seeing there are ways to look at issues that don’t require questions and answers – neatly solved riddles tied up with bows and editable on Wikipedia.  The concept of accepting truths just because you believe them was alien to him.  He was a Man of Science that thought the only way to deal with the world and with life was to analyze it, understand it, and fix it.  If it couldn’t be analyzed and couldn’t be understood, it was impossible to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Locke was healed by a miracle.  He “looked into the eye of this Island, and what [he] saw...was beautiful.”  A man of no particular allegiance to science, much less solving problems or answering questions, he was a man of broken faith.  He had faith in his father, faith in his girlfriend, faith in his friends – all faiths that were tested and broken at various times in his life – but the greatest unknown and unanswered question came when he first wiggled his toes lying on the beach.  The island healed him and he found a real faith in that not seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jack and Locke were in conflict all through the second season over whether pushing the button in the Swan Hatch was necessary.  Locke took it on faith from Desmond that pushing the button would control the power of the island.  Jack, finding no real reasoning or explanation to it, resisted.  Their inability to understand each other and work together to understanding why they were there split the group over and over again.  Until finally, as he returned to the island under Locke’s insistence, Jack set aside his need to fix things himself and took on faith in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All things in the world have explanations – and none of them do.  All circumstances, experiences, concepts, phenomena are what we make of them.  While it’s tempting to discover the anatomical and biological makeup of our neurological systems and be satisfied with the answer, it doesn’t explain how counting to five can save a life.  While we can possibly know precisely what’s inside the Cave of Rainbows and Unicorns and learn how it got there, it doesn’t really help us understand what the light is inside us all.  We have to use faith in that not seen to live in the world.  We can never truly understand all facts and figures, so it requires faith to fill in the blanks and make it more than its own total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the same time, we live in a physical world that requires us to deal with life in physical ways.  How we breathe, what we eat, where we find shelter, how we escape from dangerous situations, how we stitch wounds, repair bursa sacs, hunt boar, turn off radio jammers – they’re real world problems that have to be addressed by those resourceful, courageous and creative enough to solve them.  What we do with those answers and how we live with them requires faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Men of Science and Men of Faith – we have to be both.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) All the Best Cowboys Don’t Have to Have Daddy Issues (or Mommy Issues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The relationship between parents and children is not an easy one, and the flaws of those raising children do not magically go away.  We all have to deal with the mistakes of our pasts or the inadequacies and inexperience we have as humans – but when we decide to take on the responsibility of raising a child our entire beings must be turned over to caring for and nurturing them.  This doesn’t mean we give up our lives, goals, interests, dreams and ambitions to focus 100% on them – we shouldn’t focus 100% on anything regardless of how attractive it is.  But having a child means your entire life – your past, present and future are now inextricably reflected in the life of that child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We saw the majority of the characters on LOST have difficulties coping with their own lives due to inadequate relationships with one or more of their parents (more frequently with fathers, it seems, but I’m not certain in the end that distinction is indicative of anything more significant than the fact that it’s easier for fathers to become separated from their children’s upbringing than mothers.  Both parents bear equal responsibilities).  Jack’s father, Christian was a drunk and a controlling perfectionist – both traits he visited on his son.  Both Penny’s and Sun’s fathers were distant, controlling businessmen who cared more about their status and power than their daughters.  Hurley’s dad left abruptly for 17 years, triggering his son’s obsession with food.  Sawyer’s father killed his mother and then himself, rather than consider the vengeful effect it would have on his young son.  Ben’s father blamed him for his wife’s death during childbirth and physically and emotionally abused him.  And so on.  All these parents chose their own selfish paths, that kept them from fulfilling their responsibilities to their children. These scars led to the tormented lives of the crash survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it doesn’t have to be like that.  Hopefully Claire (and Kate – talk about “My Two Mommies”) turned out to be a good mother to Aaron because of her experiences on the island.  Had they lived, Sun and Jin would have been caring parents of Ji Yeon.  Assuming Desmond made it back to Penny and little Charlie, their family should be tight knit and healthy as well.  They will all deal with their own issues and memories in the years to come, but knowing the damage that can come from absent, uncaring, abusive or controlling parents should stop the cycle.  It only ends once, everything else is just progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And we should learn from this, too.  As a parent, I gladly take active roles in my kids’ lives and encourage their interests.  I try to be firm, but understanding of their needs and opinions.  I give them room to grow but a place to feel safe.  I teach them to care for other people and care about themselves.  It’s what we’re supposed to do – what we have to do.  Jack felt taking care of the island was something he was “meant to do” – that sense of parental responsibility was just as strong and instinctual to him as it was in his relationship with his sideways son, David.  It’s so important and so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) You’re the only one who can give yourself a Tabula Rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the characters on LOST were flawed in some way.  A list could be made a mile long of each of the characters’ personal failings, guilts, losses, crimes, and weaknesses.  Jacob chose the candidates precisely because they were flawed as he was – possibly these specific people because of issues with their parents, possibly for other reasons.  They all had baggage they’ve carried with them for years that remains unresolved and unaddressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sawyer was obsessed with finding the con man responsible for his parents’ deaths.  So obsessed, in fact, he took on the con man’s name and persona himself to better understand what it was like to be a con man.  And then became one himself.  He fathered a daughter he didn’t care about (at the time) and wound up in jail.  Eventually the trail of Anthony Cooper led to Australia where he murdered an innocent man in cold blood.  His entire life he refused to think himself worthy enough to just be James Ford and find a reasonable, productive pursuit.  Like many children, he unnecessarily bore the guilt himself for his parents’ flaws and wore it like a second skin.  Only through a leadership role on the island, both with the survivors and in the Dharma Initiative, did he begin to understand that there were better things to do with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ana Lucia hunted down and killed the man who was responsible for killing her unborn child.  This caused her to leave the police force and run away to Sydney, unwilling to bear the responsibility for her actions.  Mr. Eko was a drug lord but blamed himself for his brother, Yemi’s death.  He could not let go of what he felt was his violent nature.  Neither could Sayid – for all the torture and murder he committed over his lifetime he was unable to reconcile his actions with his better nature, that of a good man.  He couldn’t let go of his past and start again with a fresh clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We all have baggage and pasts.  In truth, we could all make lists a mile long about ourselves and our failures and regrets in life.  How we deal with these trials and challenges that come to us is how we grow as people.  Acknowledging a weakness, taking responsibility for a failing, apologizing and making amends for an injury – this is how we put these events in the past and move on.  That’s how we are able to really live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But we can’t wait for people to do this for us.  Ben Linus was a dangerous man who did many terrible things in his life but he couldn’t wait for other people to exonerate or forgive him.  He couldn’t rely on Jacob considering him “special” – when he wasn’t – to give his life meaning.  “What about me??” Ben demanded, and Jacob replied, “What about you?”  Ben couldn’t understand then that he didn’t need Jacob’s blessing or attention to be special or to walk away from his demons – he had to do it himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have to have the strength and courage to wipe our slate clean.  We can put the past behind us – not to be forgotten, but to be learned from and to remember in times of crisis.  We can forgive ourselves for things we’ve done before moving on.   Everyone can be redeemed, everyone can start over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) There’s No Place Like Home – wherever you make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You’d think having lived with The Wizard of Oz for oh these 70 years or so people would have learned.  But LOST observed that there was still a need to understand just what “home” was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the moment Oceanic 815 crashed on the island, most everyone was obsessed – rightfully so – with going “home”.  As the series progressed, we saw that few of these survivors really had anything at “home” worth returning for.  Some, like Locke and Rose, had their injuries or illnesses healed by the island and actually resisted efforts (or at least expressed their reluctance) to returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Man in Black’s only motivation was to “go home”.  In “Across the Sea” we learned he really had no true home, having arrived on the island before being born and having no memory or knowledge of other lands.  To him, home was an abstraction It was a concept of someplace different from where he was at the time, to where he was being confined by Jacob.  He had no home, nothing to look back to, nothing to find where he could be contented and safe.  Home, for him, held no promise of a better life – only one where he could destroy and cause chaos.  He was cursed to be forever lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rose and Bernard set the best example.  After being more or less abandoned by the rest of the survivors and having no real desire to return to the mainland they made a home where they were.  Indeed, their home was each other.  Around the one they felt most comfortable and loved, that’s where they built their home… They refused to get involved with Sawyer and Juliet’s attempt to stop Jack from detonating the nuke, and took a risk helping Desmond out of the well – almost at the cost of their own lives.  But that was because it threatened the peace and sanctity of their “home” – each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jack and many others finally learned, at the end, that what they were searching for was a home – a place where they could be comfortable, and safe, and free from the concerns of the world.  Jack accepted protectorship of the island and made it his (brief) home, but the home he finally ended up with was with the other survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are constantly on the move, always looking for ways to improve our lives and where we are.  In the process we isolate ourselves behind computers, sports, games, drugs, alcohol, sex, laziness, food, indifference, pride – all distractions from simply living our lives with each other the best we can.  Reaching out to our families, appreciating our friends, understanding that the more we search for “home” the less likely we are to see it was under our noses all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Which leads us to…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) If you can’t learn to Live Together, you will Die Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are many phrases and saying in our popular culture that refer to our need for community.  One that comes quickly to mind is “No man is an island,” a phrase that has particular resonance with LOST.  And island is the epitome of isolation, a small patch of land often surrounded by millions of gallons of water and thousands of miles from the next patch of land.  A person alone on an island is completely isolated from the outside world.  Even if he possesses complete electronic and satellite contact with civilization, he is still mostly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jack tells the survivors “If we can't live together, we're going to die alone.”  Throughout the series, the survivors and those who came later banded together in mutual dependency.  Back in the real world, this was something many of them could not do.  They shied away from relationships or found ways to sabotage the ones they had.  Locke lost Helen when he couldn’t stop obsessing over his father.  Boone’s overprotectiveness and attraction to Shannon kept them from developing a true sibling relationship.  Michael was unable to establish a relationship with Walt in his formative years, only truly getting to know his son in their brief time on the island.  Even after leaving, Michael’s guilt over his murders of Ana Lucia and Libby and the betrayal of the rest of the survivors built a barrier between himself and Walt that he never repaired.   Kate was constantly on the run and made no attempts to build relationships with anyone until the crash.  Hurley was convinced his weight caused the deaths of two people in a deck collapse which forced him into a mental institution.  Even after leaving and winning the lottery he was convinced his association with others and attempts to do good with the winnings cursed him.  Sawyer’s desire for vengeance kept him from letting anyone get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being in a situation where our very survival requires us relying on others is natural.  While some of the crash survivors like Shannon were very reluctant to help out, assuming they would be rescued soon, eventually all had to chip in or be shunned.  Hurley tricks Sawyer into thinking his selfish and conniving ways were going to get him banished, causing the former con man to do “good deeds” in order to help others and get back in their good graces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But more than simple survival, LOST proved to us that we can’t go through life alone.  We need other people to live.  Our lives have no real meaning if we have no one to share them with, and having people around to trust and confide in helps us better understand ourselves and the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we choose to isolate ourselves, we purposefully miss a vital understanding – that we don’t exist as a single person, really.  We are not truly an island, we are the sum total of our own experiences and the experiences of those we come in contact with.  We learn from our interactions with others.  Our children, our parents, our friends and lovers.  When we pull into our own shells because of guilt and pain we hurt them as much as we hurt ourselves.  Refusing to forgive and acknowledge our own sins prevents us from allowing those who love us to forgive us as well.  We are never able to find true rest and comforting sense of home until we allow ourselves to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We take pride at times in believing we know everything that is important about ourselves, that only we know what’s best for us.  We alone have the ability to fix what’s wrong with us, or fix the problems that come along.  We don’t need help from anyone, we can take care of ourselves.  Other times we become blinded by great lights, lights of looking too closely to the sun and attempting to find reflections of our own greatness.  The resulting wounds can never truly heal without assistance and reassurance by those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We learned many things from LOST, but I believe these are the five most important lessons.  They all carefully interrelate, so understanding one can help to understand them all.  It comes down to this – love yourself and love others as yourself.  One of the greatest truths in life, and it only took 121-1/2 hours of television to bring the message home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-1554883823217217570?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/1554883823217217570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=1554883823217217570&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/1554883823217217570" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/1554883823217217570" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-five-things-we-learned-from-lost.html" title="Top Five things we learned from LOST" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-5180155099667873386</id><published>2009-12-12T00:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:44:59.572-05:00</updated><title type="text">My Complaint of the Day</title><content type="html">I'm frail and bruise easily!  And I cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-5180155099667873386?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/5180155099667873386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=5180155099667873386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5180155099667873386" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5180155099667873386" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-complaint-of-day.html" title="My Complaint of the Day" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-136272801101369854</id><published>2009-11-03T23:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:12:00.642-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stephen King" /><title type="text">Significant Objects entry - "Secret Sauce"</title><content type="html">Recently I entered a competition on Slate.com to write a 500-word short story based on an every-day object, in conjunction with this project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://significantobjects.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Significant Objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creators of this project went out to various flea markets, etc and bought up dozens of odd knickknacks and curios, then asked various writers to make up short stories about what the possible history of each item might be.  Then the items were to be sold, with the story, on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object connected to the Slate.com contest was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SvD-fH8dB0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZuupEAGr2UM/s1600-h/091009_CB_bbqjarTN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SvD-fH8dB0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZuupEAGr2UM/s320/091009_CB_bbqjarTN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400095763879233346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entry didn't win, but I wanted to post it here for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: Be warned - my taste in short stories tends to run to the macabre and Stephen King-esque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secret Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Barry Wallace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to herself, Sarah prepared the restaurant for the day’s customers.  When her father was alive he had boasted many times that his heart and soul were in every meal that was served here, and all the customers loved him.  Every table, every window, every well-used pot in the kitchen was a part of him.  He had been the king of barbecue for fifty-five years, and never was there a restaurant more infused with the soul of its creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who had eaten here for years did know her, but they were more in love with her father.  It was his charisma and culinary skills that attracted customers from miles around, not her light brown hair, sweet smile and attractive figure.  But that was how it always had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up a tray of washed BBQ Sauce jars, each with its own personal brush.  Her father had trusted his patrons to lather on the sauce at their preferred amount - not too little and not too much.  The ironic fact that he had always told her how much she should put on her own was not lost to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the tray of jars to the kitchen, she proceeded to fill each with the secret mixture her father had always cherished.  Each morning she had been expected to fill thirty jars, holding exactly the same amount of sauce.  She would do the same this morning – with one small exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a fit of creative experimentation while her father was on vacation, she had added a few ingredients.  In her mind it needed a little “kick”.  Some oregano, a little paprika, even some cilantro gave a well-needed update to the classic sauce.  The customers, however, had not agreed and complained to her father when he got back. He docked her pay for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time now for another new addition to the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She capped all the jars except one.  Examining it, she was sure it was the one she wanted – still glossy from the original glazing, brush clean.  Slightly bigger than the rest, this is the one she’d made herself that her father had copied – without credit – by commissioning a local potter to make the other twenty-nine.  It was into this one her new special ingredient would be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching under the sink, she pulled out a sealed ceramic urn.  She opened it carefully, lest any of the dust fly out into her eyes.  Dipping a small spoon into the urn she pulled out a small spoonful of a grey, spongy material.  Dumping the contents into the last sauce jar, she stirred it up carefully to disguise any lumps and capped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There, daddy,” she thought. “You’re going to be part of your customers’ meals even after you’re gone.”  Sealing the urn and replacing it under the sink, she picked up the tray and moved into the dining area to disperse the jars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-136272801101369854?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/136272801101369854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=136272801101369854&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/136272801101369854" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/136272801101369854" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/11/significant-objects-entry-secret-sauce.html" title="Significant Objects entry - &quot;Secret Sauce&quot;" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SvD-fH8dB0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZuupEAGr2UM/s72-c/091009_CB_bbqjarTN.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-3049478947863655286</id><published>2009-09-25T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:10:55.815-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flash Forward" /><title type="text">Flash Forward - Episode 1 ("No More Good Days")</title><content type="html">My review of the premiere episode of Flash Forward, entitled "No More Good Days", is online at &lt;a href="http://thedisneyblog.com/2009/09/25/flashforward-premiere-episode-recap/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Disney Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be their in-house blog reviewer/commenter on ABC's new sci-fi show, so come by every week to read about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-3049478947863655286?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/3049478947863655286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=3049478947863655286&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3049478947863655286" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3049478947863655286" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/09/flash-forward-episode-1-no-more-good.html" title="Flash Forward - Episode 1 (&quot;No More Good Days&quot;)" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-6759728378860372957</id><published>2009-09-23T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:15:57.308-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><title type="text">Last Night's Tweetup</title><content type="html">I attended last night's meeting of the &lt;a href="http://knoxvillesocialmedia.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knoxville Social Media Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a presentation by Rusty Coats, VP of EW Scripps on journalism and online culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fascinating evening, and I always love dipping my toes back into that world of animated avatars we're more used to conversing with via keyboard online.  Some people I've known offline from other walks of life but most I've known online across the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to meet folks with similar interests to myself, especially those in wildly different professions.  The wide reach of the online world is a common denominator that draws many diverse people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel on the outside looking in, for the most part.  As I said I was fortunate to know a few people there from other walks of life and previous Tweetups, but there were probably many I'd conversed with via Twitter, Facebook or here at the Inn that I just didn't recognize.  As I just posted on Twitter, it would be nice to have a GPS locator app on my phone that identified everyone and their relative locations in the room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a couple of observations about the evening itself.  One was that the back of the crowd was a bit rowdy, which made it difficult to hear the speaker. Chalk that one up to lack of perfect acoustics, my own hearing and a little over-exuberance with the alcohol of the evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other point was more endemic to the very Twitter-culture we were there to recognize and celebrate.  Many, many times during the course of Randy's presentation I glanced around the patio area and noticed more than one head bent down over their iPhone/Blackberry/Verizon, Twittering or texting away.  Or reading the &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23knoxsocialmedia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23knoxsocialmedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feed.  Following the undercurrent of conversation that was going on at the same time as the speaker.  There was some potent commentary, some snark, some retweets, some invites, and other conversation.  It never evolved into a MST3K-like backtalk, but it was there nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help but wonder at what Rusty might have been thinking, to look out in the crowd at any given moment and see half of them bent over their phones - ostensibly not listening.  What, in any other cultural gathering, would be a pretty blatant display of rudeness.  It's one thing to lean over and whisper a comment to your neighbor (My one comment of the evening to Mike Cohen - when Rusty mentioned something to the effect that we held the future of journalism in our hands, meaning our cell phones, I leaned over to Mike sitting next to me and said "Our glasses?") but its another to spend half the time splitting attention between our phones and the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain nobody meant anything disrespectful, and again this is the one sub-culture where such a thing is usually forgiven if not expected.  But we should probably remember that some speakers may not be used to it, and respond better when they see eyeballs watching them and not the tops of heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially mine, with my pesky balding spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting when a new societal norm clashes with an old one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-6759728378860372957?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/6759728378860372957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=6759728378860372957&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/6759728378860372957" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/6759728378860372957" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-nights-tweetup.html" title="Last Night's Tweetup" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-2251149228148909300</id><published>2009-09-23T08:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:38:35.031-04:00</updated><title type="text">Wow</title><content type="html">It's been a long time since I posted an entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dusty in here.  Where's a good maid service when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-2251149228148909300?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/2251149228148909300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=2251149228148909300&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2251149228148909300" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2251149228148909300" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html" title="Wow" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-2251813477689600883</id><published>2009-06-24T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:06:55.946-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bringing the Funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dungeons and Dragons" /><title type="text">It All Started Thousands of Years Ago...</title><content type="html">I meant to post this earlier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/voynich_manuscript.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 483px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/voynich_manuscript.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-2251813477689600883?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/2251813477689600883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=2251813477689600883&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2251813477689600883" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/2251813477689600883" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-all-started-thousands-of-years-ago.html" title="It All Started Thousands of Years Ago..." /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-4208294546873187200</id><published>2009-06-22T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:57:20.748-04:00</updated><title type="text">Cone of Silence Lifted Briefly</title><content type="html">Apparently the firewall blocking access to all blogs - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; blogs from Blogspot, Wordress and others - has been lifted briefly at work.  So I take this ideal opportune time to relate to you the following message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-4208294546873187200?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/4208294546873187200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=4208294546873187200&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4208294546873187200" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4208294546873187200" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/06/cone-of-silence-lifted-briefly.html" title="Cone of Silence Lifted Briefly" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-6723064910386170553</id><published>2009-05-30T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:32:34.323-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atomic Horns" /><title type="text">Put in a good word for the Atomic Horns</title><content type="html">Talented singer/songwriter &lt;a href="http://julianunes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Julia Nunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is playing at &lt;a href="http://www.thesquareroom.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Square Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Market Square on June 9 - and she's selecting her own opening act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPmExsLg6Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPmExsLg6Go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPmExsLg6Go"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Click on the video above to go to YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and leave a shout-out for the &lt;a href="http://www.atomichorns.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Atomic Horns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I've entered two of our video performances for her consideration.  We need some positive comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, don't forget we're playing the &lt;a href="http://www.secretcityfestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Secret City Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Oak Ridge on June 19th - we'd love to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-6723064910386170553?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/6723064910386170553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=6723064910386170553&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/6723064910386170553" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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Think of the Enterprise, Mr. Scott?</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2-HBS2qz34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2-HBS2qz34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say..."Tink"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-6206218057569030914?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/6206218057569030914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-3362925350017361346</id><published>2009-05-09T00:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:28:40.351-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Star Trek" /><title type="text">Star Trek: The Good, The Not-So-Good, and the Unforgivable</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OBVIOUS MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the new Star Trek movie tonight in glorious Regal IMAX.  Obviously not every movie is designed for IMAX, and I'm not sure this one was - though it may have had to do with the fact that I was forced to sit rather close.  I'll give it a push on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, I sat in my seat a long while watching the ending credits.  I wasn't sure where my mind was and needed some time to wind down and think about what I'd just seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek, for me, has been a defining - perhaps &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; defining fictional and cultural entertainment icon of my life.  I don't want to imply it's more important than it is - I fully understand, more than a number of fans, where fiction ends and real life begins.  It's simply been my favorite story and fictional milieu since I sat in my dad's lap and watched syndicated reruns of "Shore Leave".  Since I bought my first VCR specifically to tape the premiere of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Star Trek: The Next Generation&lt;/span&gt;.  Since reading countless books, watching countless hours of episodes spanning six different series versions, ten movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lot of fans, I feel a sense of ownership in the story.  Not the "franchise" - that's a business term, something for money-crunchers to exploit.  It's a story, first and foremost.  In the beginning the story of one man and how he deals with the world.  Over time it became more than that as more people became involved.  It spread to a story of three men and their friendship, and how it was a microcosm for all of us.  Then about more people, and more people - human and alien, machine and hologram - and how they each represented a piece of humanity.  As I said, fans have put a lot of time and effort into enjoying this story and have certain personal expectations from a new chapter in that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make one thing clear, however - we are not "owed" anything.  The producers of the show, from Gene Roddenberry to Harve Bennett to Rick Berman and now to J.J. Abrams are in charge.  Paramount Pictures owns the story, and has the right to not just pick who they want to decide how that next chapter goes, but to make it go any dang place or direction they want it to.  We are not "owed" a story that pleases each fan's idea of what's next.  I, for one am grateful the powers-that-be decided to make a new film.  Like it or not, that's the next chapter and we as fans have to decide whether we like it or not...whether it fits our own personal idea of what the next chapter &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be.  So don't think that, as a result of my loyalty and appreciation over the years that I feel I'm "owed" a good chapter.  I can form opinions and emotional reactions to it, but they're mine and mine alone, and shouldn't be misconstrued as saying it's "bad" or "good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take my opinions as they are - my observations of how I felt after watching this latest installment of "Star Trek"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;The Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cast&lt;/span&gt; - The cast, from top to bottom, was fantastic.  I told a co-worker of mine this afternoon before I saw the show, that I anticipated the success of the movie, to me, would hinge on the performance of Chris Pine.  Would he be able to portray the true spirit of a (young) Captain Kirk?  Almost as important, would he be able to capture some of that young Shatner-esque "rogue-ness" that endeared Kirk to so many fans?  I am one who believes in a number of ways the two aspects, the personality and the actor, are inseparable in defining who James Kirk is.  And, in my opinion, Pine nailed it.  Excellent work.  I would've liked to have seen a little more of that half smile Shatner used when Kirk was, say, "laughing at the superior intellect" of Khan since the character would likely have had that mannerism since he was a young man but that was an acting choice and I respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the personalities and acting of Zachary Quinto/Spock and Karl Urban/McCoy brought forth exactly who those characters were, and channeled their respective original portrayers' interpretations well (Leonard Nimoy and DeForest Kelley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secondary crew - Uhura, Sulu, Chekov and Scotty - had less screen time, and at times bordered on caricaturing their own characteristics, but nothing too distracting.  When all seven began working together, as a crew, in their familiar positions, it was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic casting choices, excellent work.  Best part of the movie, and its saving grace - despite what I may have to say later... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(cue ominous music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Special Effects, Design&lt;/span&gt; - The Big E was gorgeous, and close enough to the original design for the differences to be unimportant.  The money shot of her rising from the mist of Titan in front of Saturn screamed "WINDOWS BACKGROUND" and I intend to find a high-res shot somewhere ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Story Parts&lt;/span&gt; - I use "parts" here to highlight some of the incidental scenes and moments that stood out.  The Kobayashi Maru test, and all that went with it.  The bar fight.  The Orion girl roommate.  The fight on the firing platform.  Kirk with big hands, nausea and numb tongue (!).  Spock's refusal to join the Vulcan Science Academy.  His final conversation with Sarek.  The kiss in the elevator.  Scotty in the tubes.  Kirk and Spock's fistfight.  The movie was positively littered with moments that just shone.  Character bits both new and well-loved combine to make up for...ok, later..later...  These scenes, scattered throughout the movie showcased the acting talents and character moments for all the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Admiral" Archer and his Beagle&lt;/span&gt; - how many people caught that "Enterprise" series reference? Awesome ;)&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;The Not-So-Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I really didn't see anything in the movie that was "bad", per se, with the exceptions later on, but there were a few things that don't go in the "good" category that stuck in my craw a bit.  These, again, are things that pinged my Trek-loving sensors and may not have made any difference to anyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uniforms&lt;/span&gt; - While most Starfleet crew members wore variations of the familiar red/blue/green, the arrowhead emblems looked strangely..I don't know, empty.  We're all used to seeing the star, circle and gear symbols inside the regular series emblems and here - nothing.  Not even a solid color, just a black outline of a chevron.  Weird.  And at the end of the movie, in the commendation scene, I saw a Federation flag outside the window that had the familiar starburst command insignia.  Did the uni's have anything in the final scene?  Maybe they awarded them after that point.  Just odd.  Also the tunics didn't seem to fit all that well at times.  I know, pick, pick, pick... But it was great to see them on the big screen in those combinations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Starfleet Academy uniforms and the Admiralty - surprisingly drab.  Maybe a holdover from the drab blue of the Archer Enterprise era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reimagined Technology and Design&lt;/span&gt; - The interior decks of the Enterprise, especially Engineering.  Hand Phasers.  I know you can't go back and use identical 60's sets and props, just because that's what was there.  It worked on the small screen for DS9's "Trials and Tribbelations" and Enterprise's "In a Mirror, Darkly" but for a big screen treatment, updates were necessary.  But did they have to be redone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; differently?  Phasers fire long beams, not short bursts like stormtrooper blasters.  Engineering doesn't have giant radioactive-labeled tanks.  The hangers aren't full of 500 shuttlecraft.  Oh, screw it.  Enough with the quibbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scotty's little...friend&lt;/span&gt; - Played by everybody's favorite &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0121416/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oompa-Loompa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0746989/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deep Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  What the hell was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; all about, anyway?  I'm still puzzled and a little bit scared who or what that thing was.  It looked like he became the Enterprise's mascot at the end - something you might see Penny Robinson taking as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hanging By a Thread&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;, count'em, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; times Jim Kirk was hanging for dear life from a deadly precipice.  That's two too many in one movie for one character, really.  I've heard of cliff-hangers, but really.  Just an odd plot choice.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;The Unforgivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ok, if you loved the pants off this movie, you may not like the things I'm about to talk about.  But bear with me, because, like I said above, I did like it.  I liked it a lot.  But these things...well, be patient and you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Villain&lt;/span&gt; - Hands down, Nero was the absolute &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;worst villain&lt;/span&gt; in Trek history.  Certainly the worst of the movie versions, and that's saying something with the likes of the dry Ru'afo from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120844/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the campy Shinzon from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0253754/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nemesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Nero had no character, no motivation, no personality, nothing at all to define him as an antagonist.  Certainly not as the prime villain for the movie.  Heck, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079945/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;V'ger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had more character than he did, and the humpback whales from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092007/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Voyage Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had more personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero did nothing the whole movie except spit, yell, threaten, whine and moan about the "wrongs" done to him by Spock, the Federation, his mother, his third grade teacher on Romulus, and the girl that dumped him at the junior prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this I blame the actor, Eric Bana.  But in great fairness, I didn't see anything given to him - any dialogue, movement, action - from the script that gave him room for any character depth besides a blind, vague need for revenge.  In fact, he and Shinzon, aside from the pointed ears, could have switched places fairly easily.  And Shinzon had twice the depth Nero did.  In fact, all the Romulans on the ship looked like Nero, and at times I had trouble telling which was him and which was a random crew member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the need for revenge - blind and vague it was.  Whatever true motivation the character had for the deeds he did, was completely lost on me.  Let me see if I got this straight... Old Spock, as Ambassador on Romulus, offered to help the government "defuse" the nova that threatened his homeworld.  Spock took off in the super-cool swirly Vulcan ship with the "red matter" to try and create a singularity, that would counteract the blast effect of a supernova.  But he was apparently too late, and the sun exploded before the red matter could be used, and destroyed Romulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it?  That's the big motivation for the blinding hatred for Spock and all of Vulcan?  Because the Federation "wasn't fast enough"?  Seems to me Spock and The Federation were the only ones actually trying to do anything - I didn't see that many Romulans lifting a finger to help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that it isn't a logical conclusion to draw, to equate the UFP's inadequacy to contain the threat with a need for revenge on another planet full of sentient beings, but it isn't even an illogical conclusion.  There's no rational &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or even irrational&lt;/span&gt; reason for Nero to blame Spock or the UFP for Romulus' destruction!  Oh sure, he could be a bit pissed.  And people who just saw their planets destroyed can't really be expected to act totally rationally, and to blame someone else - but Nero, by all accounts, is an intelligent person.  He's the captain of the mining vessel, and not an unhinged genetic madman like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084726/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Nor a man lured by the seductive call of the Nexus like Soran from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111280/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Generations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The lust for revenge that would cause any person to, a) destroy a Federation starship out of hand (the USS Kelvin), b) capture Spock and maroon him on an ice planet so he could watch Vulcan die, and c) actually destroy Vulcan and try to destroy Earth, simply doesn't match what was done to him, personally - fairly or unfairly perceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your villain has no believable motivation for the evil he does... he's just evil.  And just evil is very, very, very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero was a very, very, very boring villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea that if Spock sat down with Nero for a few minutes and explained, logically, the error of his ways and where to productively turn his feelings of loss and grief, all this unhappy business of bad villainry could have been avoided.  But he's just a Vulcan, and not a miracle worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have this much time to come up with a good villain, with true motivation and a real diabolical scheme and not deliver - unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Changing the Past&lt;/span&gt; - And here's the second big thing.  Star Trek, as we know it, is now radically different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrevocably altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that history?  From "The Cage" and "Where No Man Has Gone Before" to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nemesis&lt;/span&gt; is now gone.  Wiped out. Finished.  Kaput.  Nada.  Wiped clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Spock said it himself, and the crew figured it out - alternate reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were humming along nicely until Nero emerged from the singularity.  Ok, fine - time travel is a given in Star Trek and always handled carefully.  Well, mostly carefully (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I grew a new kidney!! That man gave me a pill and I grew a new kidney!!!"&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can accept the emergence of Nero's ship dramatically altering the life and death of George Kirk, and altering the circumstances of his birth.  Unintended consequences happen when people travel through time (do you hear that &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index?pn=index"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Damon and Carlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;??? Do you?? Do you??? Whatever happens, did not ALWAYS happen!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vulcan was destroyed.  And Amanda Grayson, Spock's mother, was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just think about that.  Vulcan, the second most important planet in the entire Star Trek milieu, is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more "Amok Time".  No more Masters of Gol and the big Kolinahr statues.  No more steps of Mount Seleya.  No more ShiKahr, sehlats, le-matyas, lirpas, An-woon.  Likely no more T'Pau (or was that her among the Vulcan survivors?), T'lar or T'Sai.  No more Stonn or T'Pring.  No more Sonak.  Possibly no more Sybok (I know, big loss).  No more Saavik!  Or Tuvok!  All the Vulcan characters and ancestors of said characters, if from 24th century - likely gone.  10,000 saved out of a planet of 6,000,000,000.  Poof.  An entire chunk of Trek history, lore and culture... erased from the story like a typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, we almost saw as much of Alderaan, overall, as we now have of Vulcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me step back here a bit.  In stories, bad things happen.  Bad things happen to motivate the good characters to improve their goodness.  Or overcome their badness.  Without Darth Vader, there is no Luke Skywalker.  As a character.  Without the Joker, there is no Batman.  Again, as a character.  The villains and bad things in our lives, and especially in the lives of fictional characters, are there to show how they overcome them and grow.  To risk mixing two franchises, losing Alderaan was a big motivator in Princess Leia's drive to defeat the Empire.  If Vader and Tarkin hadn't destroyed it, she might not have been motivated and driven enough to fully fight back.  So our adversities make us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but.. it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vulcan....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you write a story, you have control of what happens to each and every character.  In any real person's life, seemingly random events can happen to change the course of our lives.  A car goes one way instead of another and rear-ends you.  Five minutes earlier and the person who was about to offer you a great new job wouldn't have left.  Grocery store is out of cookies, so you choose crackers.   Two airliners shatter the peacefulness of a crisp autumn day in New York City to change the world.  Things happen, random events occur all the time to affect our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when writing fiction, you have the power to control that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I write a story to send a Terminator back to the late 1700's, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;realistically&lt;/span&gt; (if such a thing exists) he would shoot the entire Continental Congress delegation, and likely the population of all Thirteen Colonies looking for John Conner.  But I can write in that, luckily, John arrived just before the Terminator did and blows his metallic head off before the nasty robot dude can blow away John Adams.  I did it, I made it up.  It probably couldn't happen that way, but since I own the world in my head, and on the paper, I make the rules.  If the plan only has a 0.00001% chance of success, then By Golly we're going for it!  And it, against all odds, will likely work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What chance, really, Force or not, did Luke and the X-Wing pilots have to fire that proton torpedo that destroyed the Death Star?  None.  Zero.  There's no way they should've gotten close to the surface, much less down the trench.  But George wanted him to be a hero, so he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing is here, you have to think of the repercussions to the story. In this case, the greater story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero obviously had superior technology.  What he did makes sense from the point of view that's given to us.  In fact, he shouldn't have failed to destroy Earth, either.  Spock's abduction of the future Vulcan ship, and subsequent escape, were ridiculously easy - that's ok, if the story rides on it.  But it didn't have to.  Kirk and Sulu were able to disable the drilling platform - but too late!  The hole was down to the core, and all Nero had to do was drop the bomb.  Poof!  Bye Bye Ol' Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulcan, and Amanda Grayson didn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to die to further the story.  The Spock we all know and love, the one before this story happened, progressed just fine.  Just like he should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spock we've now ended up with, is very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose your home planet, and six billion of your closest relatives - that's a big deal.  It doesn't sit well with a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Nero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Princess Leia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to lose your mother prematurely, when before she lived to a ripe old (human) age - that's just cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Mother's Day weekend, to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changes them.  The person they were, or were going to be - the Old Spock we saw is that person - is now gone, and can never come back.  The new Spock, the Zachary Quinto Spock, is what we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, by some strange chance, the crew one days reaches Sarpeidon again, will Spock fall for Zarabeth again, or will he let her be?  Who knows - his entire worldview is now different.   Not to mention his relationship with Sarek is now completely different.  Old Spock's motivations for joining, and staying in Starfleet was based a great deal on the estrangement with his father.  An estrangement that continued through the old series ("Journey to Babel") and wasn't really reconciled until the end of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Voyage Home"&lt;/span&gt;. And Sarek never fully addressed the feelings he had toward Spock and Amanda until the mindmeld incident with Picard 100 years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are now different, and while they were exciting and suspenseful and sad and heartbreaking for what they were, in the context of the movie, did anyone think about what this will do for Spock's character as we know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've effectively killed the Spock we really know.  And unless you're Khan, that's unforgivable, too - because there's no Genesis Planet nearby to bail you out of this one.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thanks for reading.  Overall, I really liked the movie.  The acting and characterization of the crew was wonderful.  But the big problems I had with the villain and the story logic kept from making it a GREAT movie, and certainly not the best Trek movie.  The record of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Wrath of Khan"&lt;/span&gt; as best Trek movie ever, is safe for another year.   Pop the corks, guys.  You and the '72 Dolphins are in good company together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments and questions are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-3362925350017361346?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/3362925350017361346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=3362925350017361346&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3362925350017361346" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3362925350017361346" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek-good-not-so-good-and.html" title="Star Trek: The Good, The Not-So-Good, and the Unforgivable" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-4795628547677706838</id><published>2009-04-27T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:11:45.767-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sid and marty krofft" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Land of the Lost" /><title type="text">Tribute to Sid and Marty Krofft</title><content type="html">These two men defined my childhood entertainment, as they did so many other people my age, like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xf4fmuDcf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xf4fmuDcf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4IBk76ZGHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4IBk76ZGHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-4795628547677706838?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/4795628547677706838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=4795628547677706838&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4795628547677706838" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4795628547677706838" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/04/tribute-to-sid-and-marty-krofft.html" title="Tribute to Sid and Marty Krofft" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-3753406388155520703</id><published>2009-04-24T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:26:21.193-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bringing the Funny" /><title type="text">Mayberry's Got Talent</title><content type="html">You think Susan Boyle impressed the judges on Britain's Got Talent? Wait'll you see what they found when they went to Mayberry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqbfdBCU6v4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqbfdBCU6v4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-3753406388155520703?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/3753406388155520703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=3753406388155520703&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3753406388155520703" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3753406388155520703" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/04/mayberrys-got-talent.html" title="Mayberry's Got Talent" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-3659826581439471822</id><published>2009-04-17T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:10:34.914-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="M*A*S*H" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title type="text">The Rules</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whatever happened to the rules?  Let the other guy go first, keep your elbows off the table, share your toys....and life will reward you.  Well life is a crock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.J. Honeycutt, M*A*S*H&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-3659826581439471822?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/3659826581439471822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=3659826581439471822&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3659826581439471822" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3659826581439471822" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/04/rules.html" title="The Rules" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-968684227945826611</id><published>2009-04-06T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:39:34.482-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video Clips" /><title type="text">The Sound of Music in an Antwerp Train Station</title><content type="html">This is an awesome video of the kind of stuff &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;these folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do on a regular basis.  We totally have to do something like this here in Knoxville.  I know &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lissakay"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RHailey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twitterers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jenmcclurg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; expressed interest, anyone else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-968684227945826611?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/968684227945826611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=968684227945826611&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/968684227945826611" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/968684227945826611" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/04/sound-of-music-in-antwerp-train-station.html" title="The Sound of Music in an Antwerp Train Station" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-5342862184212701927</id><published>2009-03-26T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:26:59.194-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Space Shuttle" /><title type="text">Space Shuttle Discovery Launch</title><content type="html">The first day of our Orlando Spring Break trip last week was exciting - we got to see our first space shuttle launch.  We tried to drive to the Cape but traffic was so bad we only got as far as just east of Orlando before pulling off and setting up shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from about 40 miles west of Cape Canaveral, but still very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmzCO9ELSmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmzCO9ELSmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-5342862184212701927?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/5342862184212701927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=5342862184212701927&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5342862184212701927" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5342862184212701927" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/03/space-shuttle-discovery-launch.html" title="Space Shuttle Discovery Launch" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-3236260624778069393</id><published>2009-03-09T09:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:49:30.667-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Battlestar Galactica" /><title type="text">Sort-of-Spoilery Non-Serious Review of Battlestar Galactica, "Islanded In A Stream Of Stars"</title><content type="html">My synopsis of this week's episode of "&lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/battlestar"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara: "I totally heard this song in my head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Final Five: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara: "I'm going to kill you, Sam, to put you out of your misery!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam: *yawn* "Whatever.  There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo: "Can you say to my face that you hate me, Athena??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Athena: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltar: "You're still my favorite-est Cylon, Caprica!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Caprica 6:&lt;/span&gt; *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo: "I have to go find my daughter!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adama: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hera: "I want my mommy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Boomer: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomer: "You're not going to hurt the little brat, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cavil: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltar: "Kara Thrace is really dead!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roslin: "You have to abandon the Galactica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adama: *yawn* "Whatever" *puff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adama: "Ok, we really do have to abandon the Galactica"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tigh: *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where's Chief Tyrol???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Show:&lt;/span&gt; *yawn* "Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-3236260624778069393?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/3236260624778069393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=3236260624778069393&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3236260624778069393" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/3236260624778069393" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/03/sort-of-spoilery-non-serious-review-of.html" title="Sort-of-Spoilery Non-Serious Review of Battlestar Galactica, &quot;Islanded In A Stream Of Stars&quot;" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-5009507826912751656</id><published>2009-02-25T16:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:50:12.060-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The West Wing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title type="text">Finding a Cure for Cancer... Fact or Fiction?</title><content type="html">In an episode of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_West_Wing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The West Wing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; entitled, &lt;b&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/100,000_Airplanes" target="_blank"&gt;100,000 Airplanes&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;, the fictional president Jed Bartlet debates adding a line in his State of the Union Address that would announce to the world that America was going to dedicate itself to finding a cure for cancer in 10 years.  The following are some short scenes from that episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast of Characters:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET (Jed Bartlet, President of the US)&lt;br /&gt;SAM (Sam Seaborn, Deputy White House Communications Dir.)&lt;br /&gt;TOBY (Toby Ziegler, Senior White House Communications Dir.)&lt;br /&gt;JOSH (Josh Lyman, Deputy Chief of Staff)&lt;br /&gt;C.J. (C.J. Cregg, White House Press Secretary)&lt;br /&gt;JOEY (Joey Lucas, professional pollster who is deaf)&lt;br /&gt;KENNY (Kenny, Joey's interpreter)&lt;br /&gt;LISA (Lisa Sherborne, friend of Sam's)&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE (Charlie Young, Bartlet's Personal Aide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;Did he [Bartlet] find a cure for cancer? 'Cause if he found a cure for cancer, I think that would be interesting. I think that was something we should share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't. He wants to find a cure for cancer, and he wants to say that in the State of the Union. You know what my response would be? Me, too, but is this the first time you had that thought?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: At this point in the series, Bartlet has revealed he has MS and was awaiting a Congressional censure for his actions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;A President stood up. He said we will land a man on the moon before the end of the decade. You know what we knew when he said that? Nothing. We didn't know anything. We didn't know about the lunar surface. We didn't know how to land one of these things.  All we'd ever done is crash it into the ocean. And God knows we could figure out how to land soft. We didn't know how to blast off again, but a President said we're gonna do it, and we did it. So I ask you, why shouldn't I stand up and say we are going to cure cancer in ten years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in the room. No one responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET [CONT.]&lt;br /&gt;I'm really asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSH&lt;br /&gt;Well, how close are we to really being able to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSH&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOBY&lt;br /&gt;It'll be seen as a political ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.J.&lt;br /&gt;It can be seen... [to Toby] Excuse me. [to Bartlet] It can be seen as self-serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.J.&lt;br /&gt;Using cancer to deflect attention from MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;You think people with cancer care what my motives are? You think their families do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.J.&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Joey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything that's been said, except, I don't think they'll see it as deflecting the MS. I think they'll see it as deflecting the censure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Once again, why would somebody...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cares about motive, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Everybody cares about motive," sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;I think you should. I think ambition is good. I think overreaching is good. I think giving people a vision of government that's more than Social Security checks and debt reduction is good. I think government should be optimistic.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;Do I think people are in favor of curing cancer? Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;But federal government shouldn't be directing scientific research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;Because you stink at it. &lt;a href="http://www.jeromegroopman.com/articles/thirty-years-war.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If it was up to the NIH to cure polio through a centrally directed program instead of an independent investigator driven discovery, you'd have the best iron lung in the world, but not a polio vaccine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;When did you get an M.D.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;I was just quoting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Broder" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Samuel Broder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Who's he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY [KENNY]&lt;br /&gt;The former director of the &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.gov/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;National Cancer Institute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The speech is gonna work fine.  Don't overreact to the censure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Good evening, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;You got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives Bartlet a piece of paper, which he reads, all the while pacing the room.  Bartlet finds himself seated on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;You know we can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;We need to line up experts who can face the press, and in just two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Sloane-Kettering, Dana-Farber, The Cleveland Clinic, UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;We'd want to include the Society of Clinical Oncology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;And the NCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;The OMB would have to score it. We haven't identified the offsets to pay for it. We can barely tell them what the "it" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;Clinical trials under Medicare and Medicaid, Science and Technology Democrats, the pharmaceutical companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;[sighs] It was a good idea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;We have other good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;So we don't get water from a rock. We just do our thing and take our chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;[stands] We're gonna have to do it awfully well this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;We've done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartlet gives Sam the draft back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARTLET&lt;br /&gt;Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;[shakes his head] Thank you, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam exits. Bartlet walks back to his desk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;[pause] Here's something interesting. In 1940, our armed forces weren't among the 12 most formidable in the world, but obviously we were gonna fight a big war. And Roosevelt said the U.S. would produce 50,000 planes in the next four years. Everyone thought it was a joke, and it was. 'Cause it turned out we produced 100,000 planes. Gave the air force an armada that would block the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have what you wrote that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;About curing cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam walks to his desk and fiddles with his laptop. He shows Lisa his draft on curing cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA&lt;br /&gt;Read it to me. [sits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM&lt;br /&gt;[reads] "Over the past half-century, we've split the atom, we've spliced the gene, and we've roamed Tranquility Base. We've reached for the stars, and never have we been closer to having them in our grasp. New science, new technology is making the difference between life and death, and so we need a national commitment equal to this unparalleled moment of possibility. And so, I announce to you tonight, that I will bring the full resources of the federal government and the full reach of my office to this fundamental goal: we will cure cancer by the end of this decade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA&lt;br /&gt;[pause] That was nice. [beat] I'll pass the notes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nods and watches Lisa leave his office. As he leans back on his chair, we see his computer screen and the words to his draft. With a touch, he highlights all the words, before he deletes them. For a moment, Sam just sits still, staring at the blank page.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there are any great truths in there, but I found it an interesting parallel to Obama's comments about curing cancerin last night's speech to Congress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obama also pledged a "historic commitment" to health care and said the recovery plan could lead to a cure for cancer. He also promised the "largest investment ever" in preventive care.&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/02/25/obama.promises/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CNN.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, "The Economy" could be substituted for fears of politicizing Bartlet's MS and censure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the speechwriters for Obama went through similar discussions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.twiztv.com/cgi-bin/transcript.cgi?episode=http://dmca.free.fr/scripts/thewestwing/season3/thewestwing-311.txt"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; for posting the script for the episode.  No copyright infringement is intended)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-5009507826912751656?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/5009507826912751656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=5009507826912751656&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5009507826912751656" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5009507826912751656" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-cure-for-cancer-fact-or-fiction.html" title="Finding a Cure for Cancer... Fact or Fiction?" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-9093819047529047297</id><published>2009-02-20T16:27:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:36:25.248-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><title type="text">Ties to the Left, Ties to the Right</title><content type="html">Possibly the least significant item in the history of LOST hidden visual clues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, waking up in the jungle after the crash of Oceanic 815 (1st Episode):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SZ8g140YiPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3oq5T6OJO3I/s1600-h/Jack-1x01_FirstScene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SZ8g140YiPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3oq5T6OJO3I/s400/Jack-1x01_FirstScene.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304994996222986482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Jack waking up in the jungle after the "crash" of Ajira 316:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SZ8h6Zp_kLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gJEGiUdg9zs/s1600-h/800px-Wakingupagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SZ8h6Zp_kLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gJEGiUdg9zs/s320/800px-Wakingupagain.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304996173268881586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice his tie is pointing to the left after the first crash, and to the right after the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  What does it mean?  WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-9093819047529047297?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/9093819047529047297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=9093819047529047297&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/9093819047529047297" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/9093819047529047297" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/ties-to-left-ties-to-right.html" title="Ties to the Left, Ties to the Right" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9AF2LYmgVgQ/SZ8g140YiPI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3oq5T6OJO3I/s72-c/Jack-1x01_FirstScene.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-4699180354708951326</id><published>2009-02-20T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:00:47.527-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><title type="text">Top 10 Rejected Contents of Locke's Note to Jack</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top 10 Rejected Contents of Locke's Suicide Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Having a Good Time, Wish You Were Here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "It's a Cookbook!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Dear Jack, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Like Me?&lt;br /&gt;Check YES or NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxooo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Jack - for my Tombstone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Lies Locke&lt;br /&gt;A Man of Faith&lt;br /&gt;How I Wish&lt;br /&gt;I'd Died When My Father Pushed Me Out A Window Instead of Just Breaking My Back Cause Then I Wouldn't Have Had to Ever Meet Any of YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "I'm thinking of putting up a chandelier, can you pick me up some extra light bulbs?  I need to test the strength of this beam first..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "If you run into Ben after I'm gone, do me a favor: buy an old ship's steering wheel, wrap it around his neck and push him out a window?  Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Please tell Sun that Jin is dead.  Wait, no, that he's alive!  No, just tell her he's dead.  No, on second thought tell her he's alive.  No...oh... never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "The Times, They Are A-Changin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "The Dharma Initiative is...PEOPLE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Rejected Contents of Locke's Note to Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Jack...I am your father."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-4699180354708951326?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/4699180354708951326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=4699180354708951326&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4699180354708951326" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/4699180354708951326" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-10-rejected-contents-of-lockes-note.html" title="Top 10 Rejected Contents of Locke's Note to Jack" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-5929584384626596392</id><published>2009-02-20T14:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:01:05.744-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><title type="text">Top 10 Things Hurley Might Have in his Guitar Case</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top 10 Things Hurley Might Have in his Guitar Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. RISK (2007 edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ranch Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Meteorite Repellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Complete Justice League of America collection, Issues #253-365 (in Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bulletproof vest, for the next girl he falls in love with on this island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 75 pounds of Mr. Cluck fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ping pong paddles, golf clubs and balls for each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Owners Manual to VW Type 2a Van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Thing Hurley Might Have in the Guitar Case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-5929584384626596392?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/5929584384626596392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=5929584384626596392&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5929584384626596392" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5929584384626596392" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-10-things-hurley-might-have-in-his.html" title="Top 10 Things Hurley Might Have in his Guitar Case" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-5470160777155536767</id><published>2009-02-16T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:55:01.318-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children" /><title type="text">In Brightest Day</title><content type="html">Here's a great story about a kid who made up his mind to &lt;a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&amp;id=20021" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;take an adventure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Can I help you?” the receptionist said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” I replied. “I need to speak with the person who writes Green Lantern.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile made its way across the receptionists face. “I’m guessing you don’t have an appointment?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.” I said, matter-of-factly. “But it’s important. I just want to say a few things to him. It’ll take five minutes, tops. Can you just tell him I’m here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do your parents know you’re here in our office?” the lovely lady said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course!” I lied, indignant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-5470160777155536767?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/5470160777155536767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=5470160777155536767&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5470160777155536767" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/5470160777155536767" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-brightest-day.html" title="In Brightest Day" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091955.post-1582575389866277054</id><published>2009-02-12T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:06:58.146-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost" /><title type="text">When He Tells Them They MUST Go Back, He Ain't Just Kidding Around</title><content type="html">My latest column on this week's episode of LOST, "&lt;a href="http://ilovetelevision.com/blog_post/When_Theyre_Told_They_MUST_Go_Back_He_Aint_Just_Kidding_Around" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Place is Death&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;So why is Ben concerned only on getting the original Oceanic 6 back to the island, and not the others?  Why some and not all?  Physically, all nine escaped the island but Ben and Hawking are only concerned with getting the O6 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in the common thread between the O6 - they were all on Oceanic 815 when it went down.  Jack, Hurley, Sayid, Sun, Kate and (almost born) Aaron.  Desmond was already on the island in the hatch, Frank came later in the freighter and Ji Yeon was conceived there.  The common thread on why only they must go back is because ONLY THEY were once on the plane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Screw it.  Here's the whole thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that occur to me during the viewing of "This Place is Death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When Montand is pulled into the hole by the Smoke Monster, and calls up to his comrades - does he sound strange?  I mean, yes, he just had his arm ripped off but he seems strangely matter of fact about calling for help.  Almost like he's trying to lure his friends into the hole after him.  I can't help but wonder if the Smoke Monster is able to take on the characteristics of people (or animals) it touches and mimic them.  Something like the old Salt Vampire from the first episode of Star Trek back in the day.... This could explain the appearance of Christian Shepherd to Locke later in the show, that's it's a manifestation of the Smoke Monster.  For this to be true, Dr. Shepherd, Sr., would have had to either a) not been truly dead in his coffin, b) revived and then imitated after the crash, or c) visited the island before his death.  Anyway, all that to say Montand's behaviour wasn't what was really expected when down in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Speculations is that the ruins covered with hieroglyphs are possibly "The Temple" that Ben sent The Others, Rousseau and Alex to a couple seasons back.  According to Ben it was the safest place on the island (and by the map he had was situated in the northwest corner, a good ways distant from both the Tower where the French party was headed and where their camp probably was).  The heiroglyphs were strangely reminiscent of the dangerous red symbols in the Countdown Timer in the Swan Station hatch, after they count down to 00:00:00.  If it is indeed the infamous "Temple" where Montand was dragged and the French party went in after him (and is the cause of their sickness/madness), and it's also where the Smoke Monster lives, it could be a very important key to the island's mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Charlotte.  Poor, poor, cute, redheaded, British accented Charlotte.  The time-travelling really started making swiss cheese of her brain, to where she remembered and relived past thoughts and experiences.  She revealed she knew Korean, was born on the island, and that her mother "should never have married a foreigner".  Sometime in her childhood she was carried away from the island by her mother and told the island was all a dream.  She remembers the Dharma Initiative, that a crazy man (Daniel) once told her to never return or she would die, though she became an anthropologist in defiance of this warning to try to find the island.  So, why?  And who is she?  Who are her parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pierre Chang, the Oriental Dharma film guy was seen in the season premiere waking up to a very Oriental woman and tending their baby, so it's doubtful Chang is her father (although it's very probable the baby is Miles).  I'm thinking Charlotte was a Dharma baby, born of Dharma parents and raised for several years on the island in the Barracks.  Quite possibly near an adolescent Ben Linus.  She could have learned Korean as part of her schooling from Dr. Chang, although why Korean I have no idea.  At some point a time-traveling Daniel sees her as a child and warns her to never come back if she leaves.  Whoever her mother was eventually escaped the island with her in tow, leaving the father behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another possibility re: knowing Korean.  Could Sun's father, Mr. Paik, be involved in the early days of Dharma as well, just as a young Charles Widmore and probably a young Eloise (Ellie) Hawking were once Others?  I don't think he could be her father, since Sun is older and had already been born.  Probably a stretch but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Now that Locke has turned the Unfrozen Donkey Wheel, have the time-shifts stopped for Sawyer, Juliet and co.?  When are they?  My money's on them being in the time period as the aforementioned opening scene of the season premiere - in the heyday of the Dharma Initiative and construction of the Orchid.  Daniel will pose as a worker and infiltrate, while the rest of the Losties interact with Dharma as well.  We'll likely spend most of the rest of the season on the Island with Sawyer, Juliet, Miles and Daniel (and maybe Rose and Bernard if they all meet up) in Dharma times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ben and Desmond have never had an encounter together before this episode, except for a brief moment together when the two factions met near the wrecked plane cockpit last season.  Obviously Ben knows Desmond and knows who he is (since Ben seems to know everything) but didn't seem to know he'd made it off the island since in his dealings so far this season he's been concentrating solely on getting the Oceanic 6 back to the island.  Not the O6 + Desmond + Frank Lapidus, the chopper pilot + Ji Yeon, Sun's baby that was still a fetus during their escape.  Ben doesn't express a lot of surprise at seeing Desmond, but is shocked and somewhat angry when the Scotsman asks if they're looking for Faraday's mother too.  Obviously Ben didn't know that little tidbit of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is Ben concerned only on getting the original Oceanic 6 back to the island, and not the others?  Why some and not all?  Physically, all nine escaped the island but Ben and Hawking are only concerned with getting the O6 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in the common thread between the O6 - they were all on Oceanic 815 when it went down.  Jack, Hurley, Sayid, Sun, Kate and (almost born) Aaron.  Desmond was already on the island in the hatch, Frank came later in the freighter and Ji Yeon was conceived there.  The common thread on why only they must go back is because ONLY THEY were once on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the even bigger question, why MUST they go back?  Locke is asked several times why he HAS to bring them back, and he can only say, "I just know".  Mrs. Hawking insists a couple episodes ago there are only 70 hours left to do so (several of which have now passed, undoubtedly).  Why is it so imperative that the O6 return to the island?  It's not just to save their friends, which is the lure and a happy by-product, but I think it's to save the flow of time itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something monumental like that.  I believe the Oceanic 6, in some timeline somewhere, were always stranded on the island.  Maybe they got off later in the future, but in 2008-ish, they were still on the island.  And that timeline has been horribly disrupted by their escape and return to civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trigger has disrupted the flow of time on the island, and subsequently in the world.  Whether it was Desmond turning the Failsafe Key, Widmore sending the Freighter to capture Ben, or Ben himself turning the Donkey Wheel and moving the island something has "changed the rules".  Ben accuses Widmore of "changing those rules" by having Keamy kill Alex in cold blood.  There was a smooth path before, and now the path has been disrupted.  Mrs. Hawking realizes this and working with Ben has instructed him to get the O6 back to the island where they're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the whole sequence of events we've seen so far, from the orginal builders of the 4-Toed Statue and the Temple Ruins to the Black Rock marooning, the US army use of the island for bomb testing in the 50's, through the Dharma Initiative and the Purge, Roussea's expedition, Desmond's shipwreck and all the events after the plane crash, something has now happened that wasn't supposed to have happened before.  And bring the O6 back to the island will supposedly set it straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4091955-1582575389866277054?l=lasthome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/feeds/1582575389866277054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4091955&amp;postID=1582575389866277054&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/1582575389866277054" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4091955/posts/default/1582575389866277054" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lasthome.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-he-tells-them-they-must-go-back-he.html" title="When He Tells Them They MUST Go Back, He Ain't Just Kidding Around" /><author><name>Barry Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08691670547045531673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1491/82/1600/barry.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

