Let me start off by saying that I’m aware that the comic hasn’t been updated today. It will be. I was at home yesterday working on the Kawasaki, playing softball and watching the series finale of Lost. I plan on updating this afternoon, so stick with me.

The Kawasaki is ridable, though I’m definitely wary about riding it from home to my apartment.

Lost started six years ago and it ended yesterday, once. I didn’t watch the first season as it came on. I remember being annoyed with the excessive commercial promotions that said little to nothing about what the show was going to be about. However, my parents watched and I sat in the next room playing World of Warcraft. I listened.

I didn’t watch most of the second season either, even though my parents continued. I started towards the end of the season.

I moved away to college and I picked it up full time. I had a roommate who watched and a few friends in the dorm who watched. I became hooked.

Since that hooking, I believe that I watched all of it (with the exception of the final season) three times. There was hardly a part of the story that I couldn’t explain and point out all of the links throughout the series.

I came to believe in Locke. I learned to hate Kate. And I wanted Sawyer to be with Juliette in the end. Ben never made it clear, to me, what side he was on; I think he made his own side. I will always know what kind of pilot Lapidus is. Richard won’t age in my mind, even if he has to. Jack will always be the guy trying desperately to be the hero. Desmond, well Desmond spent three years of his life doing the most important thing he’l ever do.

I actually understood Faraday.

I haven’t formed an opinion about the finale yet. I need to sit and think about it and maybe watch it once or twice more. I don’t think it was bad, but I felt like it was missing something.

Anyway, I guess I’ll see it all again in another life.