This is it. The final season of Lost. Tonight. One ticket to bonertown, please.
First of all, that picture above is worth enlarging. Very cool Lost rendition of The Last Supper with John Locke taking the place of Jesus and sweet baby Kate doin the Mary Magdalene thang. This pic was created by the peeps at Lost, so I’m sure they’ve loaded in the symbolism with which Biblical characters are standing where. I’m not super-knowledgable on the subject, so I’ll simply say “nice.”
For those readers that are Lost fans, are you ready?? For those that aren’t, are you ready to be annoyed?? Because for the next 16 weeks, every Wednesday morning (and into lunch), I plan on annoying everyone I work with. They will get my theories on John Locke’s current state of being, as well as the fate of Juliette’s awesome rocking boobage.
And you want to know the ultimate Lost secret to the ultimate Lost question:
“What lies in the shadow of the statue?”
Here’s the answer (Spoiler): A rotten tuna sandwich left by Hurley’s fat ass.
I’m sorry if I totally blew that for you, but holding onto knowledge like this has been burning at me for the last 5 years.
I’m not sure where (or when) this final season will take us, but I know it will be mind-blowing, epic, and filled with questions. The show’s creators have promised that this season will be the season of answers, but as a loyal Lost fan, I highly doubt it.
My guess is the show will end like this: it was all in the imagination of a child with autism who has a snow globe with an tropical island in it. St. Elsewhere, you never saw it coming.
