Puhonix

You mean Carl Sagan's Cosmos?

that message must have been cut hort. he was asking for an inflatable rose's husband.

I can think of a few would-be-victims for my future double murder. Gonna run fro President? With you in office we could thin the population and really fix the gene pool.

Not my area to look at, you might want to ask UCONN, he wa drawing them on his inflatable Jack last I heard... heh heh.

careful dude. usually Id imagine the sounds of everyone else would keep you awake, so you must have really been tired.

That's a no. So I was messing around on the Oceanic website, where you can check flight data and all that jazz. Well, then I clicked on pre-board check-in. it took me to a place with Ethan Rom, and then 5 boxes and three more boxes. If you rearrang the letters in Ethan Rom you get Other Man. hmmm....

Got this from somwehere, dont recall, but its well written, and pretty much explains our addiction: I am weak with fatigue as I write. Last night, the much feared men in white suits grabbed me from my home, took me to the hospital, and tried to install a heart in my chest. Luckily, my body rejected the organ, emitting such a foul odor that they had to give up and return me to my home, heartless til the bitter end. Recently I was questioned as to why I love sports so much. My reply: isn’t it obvious. The woman indicated that it was not, and so I set about on a mission. Today, I defend men. Typically, I refrain from doing so because men are, as a rule of thumb, pigs. I have no problem saying this, because, as I said, it is in fact the truth. Just look at the facts: What do you get when you combine "man" and "men"? Mean! Some women will look at this as all the evidence they need to ban sports worldwide. Just the same, I have witnessed an injustice in the way men are treated and must address it here. I am talking about the hell men take for watching sports. Ladies, men need sports. It isn't just a pastime or a guilty pleasure; it is an actual need like eating or sleeping or peeing in the bushes. Yes, it is quite like peeing in the bushes. You see, men are more similar to dogs than they are to, say, angels. When a man sees a ball in flight, he must stop to observe. It would be painful on a molecular level for him to refrain. Like dogs, man is mesmerized by the projectile. So long as there is a ball in motion, he's happy. A man is equally content watching a golf ball as he is watching a basketball as he is watching a shuttlecock. Well, badminton hasn't come into its own yet. It looks like someone tied a ribbon to the back of the ball. Much too foofy. This may just be a woman’s attempt to create a sport. That’d explain the tiny little rackets too. So long as a ball or ball-like object is in play, a man cannot be expected to function normally. The actual game being played is immaterial. I've watched Autralian Rules Football for hours and still don't know what they're trying to accomplish. That both sides want to win is enough for me. If I were sufficiently desperate, I'd watch competitive Tiddlywinks, especially if the players were permitted to shout at each other between tiddles. “You couldn’t tiddle if it ran right off your finger and into the plate!” As a hockey nut, I am hypnotized by the puck, a flattened version of a ball designed to slide on ice. Because ice is not indigenous to Florida, the puck hasn't gained the acclaim of a football or a baseball, but just you wait. I've been awake at 3 a.m. watching a Maple Leafs’ game, eyes red, head empty, three hours from reporting to work, and totally unable to stop. This is much unlike watching baseball late at night, because a baseball game is much more calming, the pitcher in his smooth delivery, the fluid swing of the batter, the sweet natural motions of the infield in the 4-6-3 double play. With hockey, players batter each other into the ice, and a scoring chance for one team, can immediately be turned the other way. The power play can lead to the short handed goal. Players race each other back and forth down the length of the ice, often stopping to pick up teeth and other assorted items. A players smooth moves to accelerate down ice are often abbreviated by a body moving in the opposite direction. Too much excitement for trying to sleep. Hockey does not allow sleep. It's like Superman in the presence of Kryptonite - Need help... Can't stop... watching... hockey... On the other hand, I‘ve had binges whereby I watch several football games, all at the same time on picture-in-picture, with the laptop running more scores and replays of the games not being shown in the picture, or in the picture-in-picture. My therapist says that I don't need to binge on football because I don't need to fear future football deprivation. If I'm not careful, she's going to commit me to Footballaholics Anonymous. Damn woman does not understand my need of this game. I don't know how the afterlife bodes for a man when he knows more about Dan Marino’s lifetime passing yardage than he does the 9 or 10 Commandments; but his need to know those numbers is every bit as real as his need to bed down at the end of the day. And if there is something wrong with that, then there's something wrong with his basic physical constitution. "A-ha," says woman. "Now we're getting somewhere." When a man feels like he is missing an important game, he grows nervous and fidgety like a cocaine junky. Like a computer programmer being deprived from his Mountain Dew, systems start to shut down, pupils dilate, It isn't right. Whatever he is doing is less meaningful than his need to know the score. And who scored. And the looks on the other players faces when he scored. If a man is kept from sports long enough, he can develop hives or, worse yet, join a bridge club. Having laid this foundation, ladies, it is only fair that you give man his ball. It's silly, I know. No matter who wins the championship, no matter who drinks from the Holy Grail, it will all start over again next season. Granted, there are chores he should do first. The grass won't cut itself, the kids can't drive themselves to practice, and the dinner fairy isn't going to leave a meal on the table. But barring these needs, I beseech you, as representative of the unsophisticated male creature who knows what it means to be entranced by a ball in flight, cut your man a little slack. Let him watch the ball fly around for a while. Let him participate in the tribal ceremony because it is, for him, drama of the highest order and a necessary evil of having the highly coveted Y- chromosome. And when the game is over, he'll return to you fresh and invigorated. He will be grateful that you allowed him that simple excursion from his workaday grind, and he'll be ready to do whatever you ask of him. Unless, of course, there are a bunch of men on TV talking about sports, in which case you'll probably lose him again.

That's awesome, and good to hear that people in need are getting help. Keep up the good work, and if I ever make it out there, I'll be sure to pitch in too. For now, I'll have to do it from here.

Wasnt this year supposed to be JP's learning year? It seems to me that going into the season it was an effort that we're going to do whatever it takes to get JP as the QB of the future. Hence he was crowned starter with no competition. Now all of a sudden its win now, no matter the cost?

Thanks for elaborating....

I'd forgotten about that, but as I was watching it, I reference popped into my head: Pandora's box. Yes, we've explored it before, and yes, its probably overdone, but still, hear me out. When Pandora's box was opened, everything came out except hope. Well, I think that the notes that the people wrote were their hopes being sent home. When Sun buried it, she put hope back into the "box," where bloing the hatch, let out everything else.

repeated jabings usually does the trick. Just gotta be sure that you stay away from pesky crabs. Those will ruin a season in a hurry.

The dumbing down of our nation. Id be surprised to find an 8th grader that can name the first 5 presidents, but I bet they can name the starting 5 Lakers.

I cant believe this slid to the second page... And on water sports day! check the linky.

movement is jerky and doesnt match thebackground... so unless the alien pilots are drunk, that's as fraudulent as the Minnesota Vikings.

Dont forget McMichael open over the middle, the deep pass by Frerotte, and all 18 penalties...

If you can call any part of that game "highlights."

Yes, but its all contained in the LOST thread... oh, you mean Darin... my bad.

I thought so too, but we know we've seen it on the shark, that one I've seen myself. I need someone with the DVDs to check it out. Also, if the shark has the logo on it, it would be logical for the polar bear to have it too. Another job for those with the DVD.

Thanks for the update.

Ok, so I did a little research, and came up with this: Dharma logo is everywhere! It's like looking for Waldo: on the shark on the plane wreckage on the beach on the plane wreckage in the jungle

Thanks for the merge... another thing, we learned that Ana Lucia's group of survivors has 23 people in it, or had 23 in it. Jack & Locke's group was 42, wasnt it? Would it be too far out to assume that there were groups of 16, 15, 8, and 4 too?

Well you have to assume that the were. And I'm sure they found egg shells nearby too.

We all knew that Jin was gonig to speak in a dream sequence, but it was still a let down. Ok, when Hurley is drinking from the Milk, Walt's picture is on the side on the "Missing" ad. That was my one big find. More to come as I watch it again.