Month: January 2008

Meanwhile, Back on the Island

After eight months, Lost is back and the King is content.

My mind is still buzzing from this episode (not to mention the drink or two I had with dinner prior to the clip show) and that’s a good thing. Tonight’s episode of Lost, The Beginning of the End brought multiple storylines together, advanced the occurences on the Island and went back to the future to show us the reprecussions of the choices made during tonight’s events.

The only thing The Beginning of the End didn’t do was answer questions about the mythology of the show, which I didn’t mind too much because of (a) my state of mind and (b) the fact that Lost is back on the air. Continue reading “Meanwhile, Back on the Island” →

King Tom

Forcing a Case of Mistaken Identity

This afternoon, I was waiting for a table at the usual location of the Thursday hour of me. A gentleman came up to me and the conversation went something like this:

Older Gentleman: Mike?
Me: Excuse me?
Older Gentleman: You’re Mike, right?
Me: No.
Older Gentleman: Oh wait, no, not Mike, Morgan…?
Me: No, that’s not me either. (Invisible thought balloon above my head: Not even close. Do I look like a Morgan? Or Mike Morgan?)
Older Gentleman: You don’t work at the hospital?
Me: No, I don’t. (Still wondering how he got me confused with someone named Morgan).
Older Gentleman: (clearly dejected) I’m sorry. I thought you were a friend of a friend. Works at a hospital.

Usually, I don’t mind it when someone mistakes me for someone else. And sometimes I feel bad for letting them down. For instance, if someone thinks I’m their long lost friend who they haven’t seen in a long time, and I’m not that person, I feel bad for them. But it just gets a little weird when someone is insistent that you are someone you are clearly not. Like they’re trying to shoehorn you into an identity and pulling out every link they can to get you to be who they want you to be.

It’s happened to me a few times, the most notable of which wasn’t actually that bad. About 10 years ago, I was in a bar/restaurant in Jersey when a group of drunk guys came up to me, asking me if I was Mats Sundin. They were extremely insistent that I was, to the point where I had to tell them I was just to get them to go away. I then turned to one of my associates and asked “who the hell is Matt’s son Dean”?

King Tom

T-Minus One Day and Counting

The long-awaited season four premiere of Lost is tomorrow. Naturally, the King is excited.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of reading about the show- not so much spoilers, but there’s been a lot of press about the show itself. Partly because the season three finale left everyone wanting more, partly because of the writers strike and partly because ABC is marketing the show smartly for once. My point is, there’s been a lot written lately about Lost. And one particular blog entry has addressed a long-standing pet peeve of mine. Alan Sepinwall, TV critic for the Star-Ledger writes about a Q-n-A session with Lost co-creator Damon Lindelof:

QUESTION: Question for the producers and I guess maybe for Matthew [Fox]. I’m wondering why whenever Jack is placed in a position where he can ask things of The Others, he always asks such terrible questions? I mean asking Juliet what she and Ben talked about doesn’t seem that useful either to him or to us.

DAMON LINDELOF: Since Matthew is not responsible for what Jack says, he has to unfortunately in some cases execute our best version of it. As writers, the questions that the characters are asking on the show is always a slippery slope. We find ourselves saying, “We’d be asking much better questions, too.” Unfortunately, if Jack asked the questions that we wanted him to, The Others would answer none of them. So you would just have him asking a string of questions with Michael [Emerson] sort of looking back at him stoically, which probably would not be that interesting to watch. He asks the questions that at least he has an opportunity of getting an answer out of them.

That was precisely the issue that bothered me most about the first three-quarters of last season. Too many Lostie and Other moments with zero questioning or information sharing. I understand what Damon’s saying- that Ben wouldn’t tell Jack anything. But even if they had set that up early on, with Ben telling Jack that he’s not going to answer his questions, that would have helped a lot.

And one other thing–I watched the re-run of last year’s season finale and realized something. I wasn’t a fan of the ‘how Jack got his tatoos’ episode. But in a way, that flashback set up the premise of the season finale. Because we were shown that Jack went to Thailand and didn’t have a good time, the opening shot of a dissheveled Jack on an airplane seemed plausible. And therefore, made (me at least think) it possible that the rest of the episode’s flash—-s were after the Jack in Thailand episode.

Oh well, enough talk about the past. The future is tomorrow.

King Tom

It begins again

Over the past few weeks, ABC has released specially-produced LOST clips, or Missing Pieces, to maintain excitement about the show, despite the most unreasonable hiatus in TV history. The clips have shown parts of the series storyline that, to this point, have remained unexplored.

With Season Four of Lost starting this Thursday, today’s release was the last of the series. And it’s pretty damn good. Don’t worry- there aren’t any spoilers about the new season. Linkage courtesy of DarkUFO:

Thursday can’t get here fast enough.

King Tom

Let's Roll

Yesterday, for the first time in years, I went bowling. It was the Civee’s idea for something to do on a cold and dreary day (which we’ve been having a lot of lately). We had fun (and it would have been fun for me even if I hadn’t won both games). But I don’t know how this is possible–I’m out of bowling shape.

I never would have thought the act of rolling a 12-pound sphere down a 60-foot lane would seem weird to me, but when I got up there, I didn’t know what to do. I used to bowl every week in high school, and kept it up in college, but the last time I’d gone was probably three years ago. Not only was my form way off, but I’m sore today.

I think I have to bowl more often. Then maybe I wouldn’t have trouble cracking 100 like I did yesterday.

King Tom

Another one jumps the shark

My one-time favorite cable channel is now, for the most part useless to me.

Whenever nothing else was going on, I could always turn VH1 Classic on in the background and listen/watch as they played video-centered shows all day long.

But that’s gradually been changing. They cancelled/disappeared their request show, started playing This Is Spinal Tap 108 times a month and then devoted a show to interviews from 60 Minutes. But then last night, while checking out their program schedule, in the hopes that they’d gone back to their roots for one night, I was astonished to see that after playing Spinal Tap, their feature movie for the night was Ghostbusters.

Ghostbusters is one of the greatest movies of all time. But it has no connection to the world of music. Unless you count Huey Lewis suing Ray Parker Jr. for ripping off ‘I Want a New Drug.’

So now, it looks like if I want to watch bad music videos, I have to tune into VH1 Classic in the middle of the night. Or not go to work.

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The Hulkster's New Job

Last night, as mostly everyone else in Columbus was watching something else, The Civee and I were watching the new American Gladiators, hosted by Hulk Hogan.

Overall, it was an interesting show. Hogan needs to learn some new metaphors and lighten up on the use of superlatives, but was very entertaining as the host and main interviewer. In fact, I would have liked to have heard more from Hogan instead of having him interview the contestants before and after each event.

My biggest complaint about the show was the disembodied voice of the play-by-play announcer. If they’re not going to have the Hulkster do play-by-play, they should bring back Mike Adamley and Larry Czonka from Gladiators classic, because the eerie unseen announcer is just horrible.

The new generation of gladiators is pretty much what you’d expect–bodybuilders with muscles growing out of their muscles. The show might be a bit more entertaining if, instead of having the contestants compete against the gladiators, you had contestants compete against out-of-work wrestlers. Joe the accountant should joust against Brutus the Barber Beefcake. And Ed the dog catcher should run the gauntlet against Tito Santana, the Honky Tonk Man and King Kong Bundy. Now that would pop some ratings.

The most impressive thing about last night’s show though was the women. I don’t mean the gladiators, but the actual contestants. When it came down to the eliminator, both men took more than three minutes to complete it, taking up a lot of time on the reverse treadmill. But the women put them to shame, with the winner taking off running and not stopping and even the loser beating the time of both men.

But still, the show needs more Hogan. And if this were a wrestling show, you wouldn’t be hearing me say that.

King Tom

Ooh-wee-ooh I look just like Conan O'Brien

Or should I say, he looks like me.

Last August, I went to Canada for a week. When I came back, I had a beard. Which I still have to this day:

The King

Okay, this picture was actually taken last week, but you get the idea.

So this morning, I fire up the DVR and start to watch the first new episode of Late Night With Conan O’Brien in a few months. Conan’s been away, on hiatus since the WGA strike started in November. I was quite surprised to see Conan O’Copycat’s new look:

Conan O'Copycat

It actually looks good with him. He looks somewhat rugged. While, in the picture up above, I look bloated. So score one for Conan. But just remember the first tall, gangly, somewhat pale guy to start the beard thing. That’s right, Abraham Lincoln:

Yes, I'm re-using this picture.

King Tom