Actually… Writing Spoilers Before Everyone Has A Chance To Watch Is Hella Lame

So I get home from an average Tuesday night (you know, a drunken one wherein you arrive home at two in the am) and I flip through Facebook as I am wont to do when I’ve had a few.  Being that I love total voyeuristic pleasure via the FB, I check “Most Recent” under the updates section. Scrolling through, I am horrified to learn that LD has written “Seriously, Lost? Seriously? You went with a Gabriel/Lucifer thing? Lame.” So even though I may have had a few, I know exactly what girlfriend is talking aboot. This is LOST, after all. My whole life revolves around it (thanks, Rogers PVR). Should I even bother watching it anymore? I feel like the entire episode, and by association, my life, is ruined. You’ve got to give people more of a grace period than one g-d evening!

That said, tune into our pseudo live-blog of the Lost series finale, wherein the terms “what the fuck” and “that’s gay” will be peppered into conversation as much as humanly possible.