I never want to see Andrew Cuomo's face again.

I also like the Utica maroon.

Your way of reading is (essentially) how I've always read the show, but you're so much smarter, so you have clarified A LOT! I'm starting a rewatch now. THANK YOU for giving me something enjoyable to do. AND for the fun new sobriquets (Miles as "spare Sawyer" made me guffaw). (3/3)

some ideas/problems bothered me within the full extent of the text (though I've always been happy to argue with the "making-it-up-as-they-go-along" folks and the "dead-all-the-time" folks and also the "stupid-ending" folks) UNTIL NOW. (2/3)

I clicked on this when you posted it. Then went to the start of your Lost essays to read through them all. I'm nearly caught up.

I kinda want to go into details about all the things I love about your grasp of the meaning of the show. I loved it and have rewatched it about 3 times, but ... (1/3)

In recent years, it's also been featured on a popular Netflix show about a group of anti-capitalist, Robin Hood-esque agitators. Also Tom Waits recorded a brilliant cover of it during the early days of Trump's first term. It's in no way obscure.

I could've explained, I guess. Sorry.

Pretty self-explanatory. It's a history podcast. What's your problem?

If Prof Kruse is being bothered by people who don't even know about the disgusting organization that has targeted scholars like him, then such people can listen to yesterday's American Campus podcast which weirdly was about the same group of evil twerps.

I pressed myself against the side of the overpass when I realized she was not going to keep to her half of the sidewalk. It seems she didn’t see me. And I felt like that sad 13 year old again. Invisible. It was a moment in a time machine. Uncanny. (5/5)

... I was walking like a normal person, on the righthand side of the sidewalk, minding my business, when a woman came from the opposite direction, walking as if she didn’t see me, and she brushed up against me like I wasn’t there. (4/5)

Anyhow, I was walking the last bit across the Sunnyside Yards overpass, it was misty – drizzling a bit – and the wind was swirling and pushing me along and that gorgeous crescendo of “Let Down” was in my ears (I have a long commute, so it was the second go-round of the album) and ... (3/5)

I remembered all the words of every song and the track order as if no time had passed. The album came out when I was almost 13, and back then, I listened to it on a loop like you’d expect a sad girl like me to do. There is so much I’d love to say to my 13 year old self. (2/5)

I never gave Orlando Bloom much thought, but he was impressive. J'adore Caitríona Balfe. Forever and always. And John Turturro was divine and terrifying. 👍👍