We’ll hire a dog to burn down a hospital
Ignore the title and pretend the game hasn’t happened yet, so you can enjoy my Super Bowl Running Diary; a post idea blatantly stolen from ESPN.com writer Bill Simmons (who thought the Pats would blow the Giants out in this game)! All times are Eastern, as this site fully endorses the East Coast Bias™ inherent in all professional sports coverage.
Huzzah for new Lost episodes! Welcome to another year full of fun-filled, bullet-point-riddled recaps at Jeff-Fischer.net! Let’s not waste anymore time with pleasantries and move on to some analyses. First, let me cap off my “Find 815” alternate-reality game (ARG) coverage by saying Sam Thomas and the crew of the salvage vessel he was on don’t find what they’re looking for (the Black Rock). Instead, they find–wouldn’t you know it?–the wreckage of Oceanic Flight 815, which leads to the news report we saw last season on The Flame station TV’s (manned by everyone’s favorite one-eyed Other, Mikhail).
Image from an underwater ROV camera of 815’s tail
I’ve written a few things about the “Missing Pieces” shorts that the Lost creators have put up on abc.com thus far. There’s only been two that were really worth watching, but this week’s (the final webisode) is a must watch.
Wha-?! I’m still guessing that’s Black Smokey the Wonderdog.
The Find 815 game is just about to wrap up the afternoon before the premiere, and if there’s anything relevant to report, I’ll add it to my recap later today. For now, bed calls.
Here we sit on the eve (or near-eve…close enough) of the season four premiere of Lost, eagerly awaiting the fate of our now homeward-bound castaways. You need not just sit around and wait, however, as there’s been an alternate-reality game (ARG) underway, much in tune with the “Lost Experience” ARG from a couple of seasons ago. This time around though, the “Find 815” campaign is much more closely linked with the show itself.
| I was born my papa’s son A wanderin’ eye and a smokin’ gun Now some of you would live through me Lock me up and throw away the key Or just find a place to hide away Hope that I’ll just go away I feel alright – I feel alright tonight I’ll bring you precious contraband I feel alright – I feel alright tonight I got every thing you wont or need I feel alright – I feel alright tonight |
 Steve Earle The Wire: …and all the pieces matter Release: 2008 Lyrics: Steve Earle Music: Steve Earle |
Chapter 3: Communing with Nature…and Sushi
When last we left our hero (me), I was dreaming of the deadly redwood squirrel that no one has ever before glimpsed without ending up dead. Waking in a cold sweat, I showered and left the hotel to take another brief walk through Fisherman’s Wharf on my last day in San Fran. Nothing new to report there, aside from the fact the seals at Pier 39 were engaged in an epic struggle to see who could yawn the most. After breakfast, I checked out and met up with Martha for a day full of sight-seeing and tomfoolery.
Our first stop before leaving metropolitan San Francisco was the Palace of Fine Arts, a park/arboretum/museum situated near the Presidio (or at least I’m guessing it is, what with my “extensive” knowledge of Bay Area geography).
Tom Cruise on Tom Cruise: Scientologist.
I don’t watch Craig Ferguson’s Late Late Show very often, but I may have to revise my viewing habits:
director: Matt Reeves
writer: Drew Goddard
starring: Michael Stahl-David, Lizzy Caplan, Odette Yustman, Jessica Lucas, T.J. Miller
If you haven’t seen this yet, stop reading now, close your browser, shut off your computer, and get to the theater to see Cloverfield. Don’t read or watch anything about it. Three pieces of advice, though: if you couldn’t handle the shaky-cam style of movies like Bourne Ultimatum, you probably won’t make it through this flick (much to your loss); watch everything in the movie carefully; and stay after the credits.
Here’s some filler text so the formatting of this post doesn’t get screwed up before the “Click here to continue reading…” link. Blabbity blah blah blah, look at how sweet nonsensical text can be. Here’s my impression of Miss South Carolina in that Youtube video in my last post: “I personally believe vacuum cleaner, dishrag, chocolate pie, catnip, PVC pipe.” A true inspiration to America. If you haven’t seen the movie and are still reading, then you’re being foolish and might also be the type of person that enjoys conversing with the aformentioned beauty queen. “Duffel bag, stove, dial-up modem.” There; that should do it. Enjoy the review.
This is an old clip which everyone should’ve heard or seen by now, but for those of you that haven’t, enjoy.
Some reading to take care of first: Campbell won’t negotiate with Sabres until after season.
Sound familiar? It should, as you could substitute Brian Campbell’s name with Jay McKee, Danny Briere, or Chris Drury’s. Let’s take a look at Larry Quinn’s resume in his two stints as Buffalo Sabres managing partner: