As anyone with half a sense for narrative structure is already well aware, Lost is indeed a five-season show. (Or as is even more obvious/likely, a 100-episode show.) That's really good news. I don't mean to keep harping on the point, but this week's episode really made me feel like I've got a sense of the whole picture for the first time. I get it, man, or at least I think I do, and after a bit more noodling, I will put my big reach down on cyberpaper.

More news from the front: I'm just so stupidly happy for the kid who's playing Luna Lovegood. Three years ago she was just a Harry Potter fan who wrote a letter to J.K. Rowling bemoaning the fact that she'd never get to play Luna because she was just a girl from Termonfeckin, and now look at her, all wanded up and ready to kick Death Eater ass. "Dream come true" don't begin to describe it. She must just be on top of the world.

"Miles to go. Little Miss Muffet counting down from 7-3-0." - Faith