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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Lost, you are dead to me

Dear Lost producers,

I have spent the last two and a half years willingly suspending my disbelief for polar bears in the pacific, sharks with logos stamped on their tails, smoke monsters, cursed numbers, potentially mad French scientists surviving by themselves in the jungle for 16 years, absolutely atrocious Australian accents, imaginary friends, giant electromagnets capable of pulling down aircraft, miracle cures, sinister pet dogs, shared visions, disembodied whispers, weird and elaborate social experiments, time travel, old wooden sailing ships miles inland and many, many other things. But now you have gone too far! You have entered the realm of the impossible and I cannot accept it.

You used the American spelling of "honour" on what is supposed to be a British poster:

The prop guys cock it up

No wonder poor Desmond looks so confused:

Desmond is troubled by the spelling error

[ mood | anal ]

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