Well, they happened. The 80th Annual Academy Awards went on as usual on Sunday, despite excessively dire predictions during the Writer’s Strike that they weren’t going to happen. And just what would we have done if that had come to pass? Judging from the low ratings, probably not much different from what most people ended up doing.
Here is a little break down of what you need to know from last week’s episode: First, Sayid looks a heck of a lot better with straight hair. Second: In the future, he is a murderer-for-hire and is working for Ben. A hit man! For Ben!! Makes you almost forget I even mentioned his hair, doesn’t it?
On February 12, the Writers Guild of America voted to end the strike that has crippled the film and television industry, and has been the cause of the lack of new episodes of TV shows worth watching and the overwhelming number of bad reality TV. So, now that it’s over, why did it even begin and what happens next?
Ahh, Valentine’s Day, a chance for everyone to show their affection for the ones they love. Today, I’ve collated a Top 5 list of ways of showing your significant (or not so significant) other that you really care.
5. Roses. Sure if you’re into thorny red flowers which could send you back $20 a pop. Nice smelling and lovely to receive, if your sweetie neglected to give you some this year, you may be thinking roses really smell like poo poo poo. Nonetheless roses are a classic and a more preferred gift for Valentines. If you’re planning on giving some, well done. Read more…
The following is a recap of the episode “The Beginning of the End,” which aired on January 31st.
Anyone who has seen Lost before knows the show enjoys playing with your mind, making sure to stifle any logical conclusions your brain formulates. When you think you have things figured out you learn you are wrong, very wrong, and assuming will get you nowhere. Welcome to Season Four where nothing has changed. Why torture yourself with another round of episodes, you ask? Because Lost is worth it. It truly is. Read more…
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