I went to the doctor this morning to have Bernard looked at. Bernard who is in fact gone, but left behind a hematoma the size of a golf ball which everyone in my office was convinced was going to mean the amputation of my leg. (A hematoma is a pocket of blood.) Well, it turns out everything is perfectly normal and healthy, but that the hematoma will probably be there for months, slowly draining. Suckballs.

These are pretty disappointing. I mean, I know that the plan was to do scenes instead of true action figures, but the problem with scenes is that it's up to the designer to decide what moments he considers "iconic"... and Kate standing in the bamboo ain't iconic. Kate blowing a bunch of folk away, wearing her hot-ass orange tank top... now that's my idea of "iconic." I admit, the nailed the shit out of Jack, Hurley, and Locke, but I don't see a lot of collectability on my end here. I don't do statues (often).

It's sort of amazing, given that I just watched the whole cycle in the spring, how much I'm craving Six Feet Under right now. That can't be healthy. It's a moo point anyway given that the ex-girl (who smited me with the Sfoo affliction in the first place, as I recall) has the key shinydisks. So instead I listen to Coldplay music and think of rain. It works.

Scored me a double pass to the Clerks 2 sneak tonight, so me and my man Chad will hit that shit and report back.