I told you I'm crazy.

“So we can go back and kill Hitler?” to which Dr. Chang shot back, “Please…there are rules. Rule #1 - You can’t go back and kill Hitler. Everyone was always like ‘oh, let’s go kill Hitler’ and we were never getting any work done, so we banned that one right off the bat.”- bwe.tv recap by Dan Hopper.

I know, I know. I keep making "Lost" posts. BECAUSE IT WAS THAT GOOD. Here are my reflections from the episode:

In a totally non-BWE.tv Lost Recap related statement, Alanna joked that it was "Weekend At Bernies 2k9."

Ben and Jack's bromance is both pretty gosh darn cute and alarming. Especially how 1) Ben flushed his pills and 2) stuck up for him ("The man's been through a lot!") in the end.

Sun is one manipulative beeeeotch. ("I don't blame you" while thinking "You bitch, you are the real reason my Jin is dead. YOU YOU YOU.)

I love that Sawyer is so desperate to get a shirt on. You love it, you know Juliet is checking you out. Admit it. Seriously, he was just short of breaking out into an all out Chippendale's routine last night.

Is there anything more adorable than Hurley? Especially that scene with his madre.

HOLY CRAP, THERE'S THAT DAMN DOG.

That annoying guy is too annoying. He's so gonna die.

Hmmm, Dr. Hanso is oriental. So is Miles. So is Dr. Hanso's woman. And there's a baby in the beginning. Coincidence?

Does anyone care that Claire is still missing? Anyone?

Aaaaaaaand whadya know, that annoying guy died (in a totally "Troy"/"Braveheart"/every historical battle movie you've ever scene way).

The commentary in the pre-show recap was priceless. "Jack's an unhappy guy. He's grown this horrible beard. So you can pretty much guess he's unhappy."

And could someone please tell me why the hell Michelle Rodriguez (as dead AnaLucia) is giving Hurley advice to "not get arrested?" Hello, kettle? Pot calling.

That's all. Oh, and that it was literally the best two hours of my life. LITERALLY.

Heavy.

ALANNA: "They could really use a Doc Brown on that island."

ME: "That would be the most amazingly retarded thing ever. As in both amazing and completely ridiculous. And therefore they must do it. It will be the happiest day of my life."

If you saw "Lost," I'm sure that in a way this makes sense to you. If not, it was AWESOME.

I must confess.

Since this blog was started in November (long after it ended its fourth season), I have had no need to let you all in on this:

Ready?

I'm obsessed with "Lost." Pretty much to the point where I watch episodes of "Intervention" and think, Gee, I know how that feels! (only with less Meth and more Sawyer). So you can imagine how incredibly psyched I am that it premieres its fifth season tonight on ABC (international fans, sorry- I think you guys are like only on season 3 or something). I'm pretty much forcing myself to sit down and actually do work today in an effort not to jump around and do kartwheels. Let's face it, this is the highlight of my month (you know, besides Obama and all that). So, in no particular order, I thought I would tell you the rules that I have imposed on my home on this particular night of nights:

1. You do not talk during "Lost." This one is directed at YOU, Mom. (actually, this rule is a revamped version of the Symmes Hall "Alias" Act of 2001 from Miami University).

2. No questions. Really just an addition to rule #1. If you don't understand something, watch the DVDs. I really just cannot explain everything to you and hope that you'll understand.

3. No criticizing "Lost" before, during, or after broadcast. It pretty much goes without saying that this is the best written show (EVER) when it comes to plot, character development, and complexity so your nitpicking will not change that.

4. No phone calls. This one is for you DAD. I don't really care about the weather in Arizona.

5. No boys, no drama. There is no gossip time during "Lost" nor are there any problems with boys. For one hour a week, there are no man issues. They only serve as a distraction from the real issue at hand: What the hell is with the four-toed foot?

Lord knows, I love a lot of TV. However, "Lost" is just something more than TV. And for the next 5 months (or however long the season runs), "Lost" is life.

I've invested four years of my life in this show- much longer than any relationship, job, or house I've ever lived in as an adult. With two seasons left, I shall give it my undivided attention.

I'm sure this post has only confirmed that I am a crazy person.