So, Lost is coming back on TV tonight.

I used to be fired up about Lost, but in doing some web searching, I read an interview with the creators. There was a question that was something like "You don't give out enough information! We want to know what happens!" The upshot of the answer was "Well, we could end the show at the end of season 3, where they all get rescued and live happily ever after. However, if we pitch that idea to the producers, they'll fire us and find someone else to do the show and extend it as far as they can."

The more I think about it, the more this sucks.

I think Lost would make a great movie, or maybe even miniseries. But when they stretch things out for so long, I don't think I'll be able to hang with it. It's not just that I want to know what happens, but the more they stretch out the plot and tease me, the more the fact that I'm being psychologically maniuplated is charging to the forefront of my consciousness. I don't like being teased, and I don't like being toyed with. I realize this happens very frequently with regard to television (that's really the point, isn't it? Trick me into watching advertisements?), but at least most of the time it's on a subconscious level.

I think at some point I'll just snap and say "Screw it, I really don't care anymore." For now, I'll play their little game. But consider this fair warning. :)

Speaking of things I don't like, I've added "gum chewing" my list. There were lots of gum-chewers (and gum "crackers") on the cruise, sending chills down my spine. Also, we had a guy come and give a talk here at work, and he was chomping on his gum while giving his lecture. Gross. I don't know why I have such an aversion to mouth-noises, but I do, so I claim this as nothing but a personal issue.

Cell phones are bothering me more and more. My friends joke about how I hate cell-phones, which was never really true. But more and more it's becoming true. Specifically: I don't like when calls are dropped. I don't like the weird conversation pauses that happen when two people try to talk at the same time. And most of all, I don't like it when people assume that I have a cell phone, and then wonder how I get by without one.

Ok. Sorry, I just had to get those off my chest. Thanks for listening. I feel better now.

In other news, Diana and I watched some really good documentaries recently. The first was the Academy Award winner for Best Documentary called "Born into Brothels". It's about a woman who was (for some reason) living and photographing women in brothels in Calcutta. After living there, she quickly became enamored with the children of the prostitutes, and when they were curious about her camera, she began to teach them about photography. She fosters their interest, and eventually takes their pictures to galleries back in the US, sells them, and uses the proceeds to pay to get the children into good boarding schools and out of the brothers. Very emotional and inspirational.

On the DVD was a preview for a movie called "Murderball", which follows some members of the US Quadrapalegic Rugby team. Quadrapalegic, I learned, doesn't necessarily mean that one can't move their arms or legs, but rather, they have some level of impairment to all limbs (typically paralyzed legs, and partially paralyzed arms/hands). The movie was fascinating, and opened my eyes to our wheelchair bound breathren. Both highly recommended. Check 'em out!