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Tonight, one of my favorite shows on television returns. The third season finale of Lost blew my mind clean off. It silenced the haters and proved once and for all that these guys know what they’re doing. Even if you don’t think they’ll solve every mystery (and chances are, there will always remain a few that remain unanswered*), they clearly know where they want to take this story.

*Like Jack finding his Dad’s coffin in the show’s first season. Even if you assume that the figure of his father was just a hallucination brought on by dehydration and lack of sleep, that’s not what concerns me. What concerns me is that the coffin was empty. Jack opened it clearly expecting his father to be inside. So what happened to the body? Did Australia just plan to play a really cruel joke on the yanks?

Also, congrats to those responsible for this year’s ARG, Find 815. Unlike last year’s ARG, this one was actually, oh what’s the word I’m looking for…oh, that’s right: fun. The story was interesting, it didn’t send you all over the Internet or out to comic book conventions or listening to awful Internet radio shows. It was a simple adventure game that told a good side story. It’s not essential to the plot and you won’t miss anything if you don’t play it, but it provided a welcome fix of quasi-Lost, which became damned necessary after eight months of no new episodes. If you’re looking for a way to kill some time before tonight’s season premiere, I recommend hitting up Find815.com. And before you go to bed tonight, pray that the writers get the fair deal they deserve so that they can go back to work and we can get a full season of Lost as opposed to the half-season that will have us tearing our hair out.

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