As it goes with so many of his posts on Counterforce, this one starts with Marco emailing Lollipop and asking her a question about who knows what, seeking advice and inspiration. There’s a suggestion that one should put their thinking cap on, and then…
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Lollipop Gomez: I was always so confused when people in elementary school would say put your thinking caps on. Like.. wait, an actual CAP? A pen cap?
Oh, for a future Lost post, I insist you use one of these AMAZING photographs of sawyer from his early modeling days.
Marco Sparks: Yeah, sometimes in school I would get bored and draw little doodles of people with these big electorate and bizarre mechanical things that would go on their heads and spool up power and stroke the electromagnetic waves of their brain to inspire, I don’t know, thoughts.
Man, those pictures. That’s hilarious. Thank you. Like something out of Cool World. What are they going for there… like an early Brad Pitt thing?
LG: They’re going for an early HOT thing. I don’t know, actually. He looks completely different now. I’m sure that’s intentional. But man do those photos encapsulate the aesthetic of the 90s or what? Which is interesting because LOST as much as I can’t stand the way it manipulates its viewers week after week totally encapsulates the TV of the ’00s: with the Internet & Tivo (and even more, DVR which is becoming standard in cable packages now), people are much choosier about what they want to watch and they demand a much higher quality than ever before. Lost, while being pure entertainment, is also a really complicated show that’s difficult to follow — can you imagine that kind of show in the 80s?
And if you use that in a future post, please credit me as a “pop culture scholar.”
Marco: Oh, I will. (editor’s note: It’s this post. The one that you’re reading. Fourth wall? Gone!) Gladly.
But you’re absolutely right. Lost is the ultimate example of a show for this day and age. It’s deeper than just what’s on the surface, in the sense that… for lack of a better metaphor… you can wiki it, or make a wiki out of it. It forces you to make certain connections on your own, and to bring certain meanings to it yourself.
The 90s water cooler show was Seinfeld, sitting around with people after the fact, just repeating jokes and single lines that you heard the previous night and guffawing. The most depth you got was “I loved the way that so and so did this and that.” But with Lost, you’re not just admiring and recapping, you’re hypothesizing constantly. You feel as if you’re a part of the thing, as if you’re as important to it as it is to you.
LG: And the other thing, thinking about it from say, a creator’s perspective, it forces you to follow it week after week. And that’s exactly it, you keep thinking about it and making connections. Which is why, I hate when people say “TV rots your brain”, maybe it used to, but it certainly doesn’t any more. The Sopranos totally ushered in that age; of shows where not everything was handed to you and you had to think about it and look for the subtext and the meaning. And I think (and this is a cheesy hypothesis but this is on the cuff), that maybe that has something to do with it being the uncertain twenty first century. In the 90s we were clintonized and happy and the most drama we had was the president having phone sex with an intern. We had no idea what to expect with the ’00s; and now we are kind of forced to be much more self reflexive with the economy and having no idea what the hell is going to happen next. So, the TV shows are more serious; more complex and more involved.
Does that make sense?
Marco: Yeah, perfectly. It’s a weird time now, just cause of the 00s, but we’ve gone from”Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow” (or “Don’t stop believing“) to whatever the hell was going on in the past 8 years (hello rise of post-apocalyptic worries and fears that drifted into our collective pop cultural unconscious zeitgeist) to this new age. We’re still scared, we’re still afraid, but at the same time… we can that “yes, we can.” We’ve been happy, we’ve been terrified, but now, even though things are bad, we know that we can do amazing things if we really work at it.
And TV rotting your brain… yeah, maybe once upon a time. The premium cable TV shows, following the British model of doing TV, did change that. An episode of your favorite show can now be a chapter in the amazing novel that you’re reading and watching enacted on the tapestry of the cathode ray before you. It’s an amazing time.
And we’re accepting heavily serialized television too! Some shows don’t make it because they’re buying into a serialized story just to do so (like Jericho, from what I gathered), but some are working, like Lost. And back in the 90s, that never happened. Remember Twin Peaks? You had to watch every episode and if you missed one, you were fucked hard. So of course it failed.
LG: There’s a great book called Everything Bad Is Good For You that focuses on video games, mostly and how they’ve become incredibly complex and layered and how they can teach kids comprehension and analytical skills rather than rot their brains. It’s the same thing with television. We are totally in a golden age of it; even the old style of sitcoms no longer really exists. I ended up watching a traditional sitcom the other night because it was on after another show and you compare that with say, an episode of The Office or even a mediocre show like My Name is Earl, and there is no comparison. We don’t need to be told when to laugh; we know when the joke is funny now.
Okay, now I’ve gone off on a different tangent but this is a very uncertain time and I kind of love it. I’m kind of excited to see what happens with all these old industries that are no longer working; they are being forced to evolve or die. Everyone has to adapt. Like with TV, people are more sophisticated now, even if they don’t appear to be.
you know what’s a good serialized drama that lost me mid-way? Rescue Me. Maybe I write a post on the first season, which was amazing.
Marco: Is that show good? I’ve caught bits and pieces here and there and didn’t dislike anything I saw. In fact, what I saw was intriguing, but something holds me back from that show. You know what it is? Leary himself. You play a character like this once, and you do it well, that’s fantastic. I guess it irks me when this is the kind of character he always plays. You know his show before this one? The Job, which was a short lived dramedy about him as a NY cop and it was pretty much the same, just cops instead of firefighters, and no post-9/11 purpose, and from the episode or two I caught, not that bad. I guess I just don’t this as his brand. Dylan Moran, who was excellent as an alcoholic misanthrope in Black Books, and seems to be one in real life if his astronomically hilarious comedy specials are to be believed, still changes up his thing in other roles.
Going back a step, part of me misses the half monster of the week/half serialized shows like The X-Files (even though the serialized parts were shit because they just were never going to give you the answers about those aliens each week)(the same as a main character is not going to die in week 2 of a show like Harper’s Island), or in the Star Trek mold, which rarely tested the half serialized mold.
But what’s next for all of these mediums as things change? A friend of mine who follows video game trends tells me that besides flashy bells and whistles, the video game industry is stagnant. Another friend who obsesses over web 2.0 and folksonomics, tells me that social networking is getting the same way, and that the future of all these things is true interactivity. At least, of some sort. Granted, that’s not economically viable in television, or part of me thinks the human race is too lazy to do anything but watch, but I ask you, Lollipop, what’s next? What’s the new thing going to be?
And to get Lollipop’s answer and so much more, you’re just going to have to check back with us tomorrow…
Or, to put it more succinctly: To Be Continued!

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I mean, right?
Predictably, since it was a Ben episode, we got a little more details, some holes filled in the various back stories, and plenty of fodder for future speculation.
Some quick thoughts:
Locke. Granted, it’s a Ben episode, but I really dig the “new John Locke” that we’ve been seeing post-resurrection. He’s more serene, operating with more of a purpose, and appears to have a Nic Cage-sized sense of
Ben. He’s always been a little more than just the villain of the piece, but now, I have to say that it’s riveting watching him constantly working his games on people and setting up his machinations. And Michael Emerson’s portrayal of this character is fascinating in that no matter how confused or thrown for a loop the character ever could be, you can tell that the wheels are always still spinning in his brain.
Sure, the guy’s always lying, but I think that
Caesar. Ha ha.
Rousseau. Her encounter with Ben not only made me think that we may actually be done with her character now, but also makes me want to go back to season 2 and watch his first episode again. Lindelof wasn’t kidding when he teased that the two of them “had words” at some point in the past. Also, I think that
Alex. Interesting how she became both Ben’s one decent quality (and you just have to be amazed that she was raised as well as she was, considering who her “dad” was) and seemingly that noose hanging over his head.
Richard Alpert, Benjamin Light’s
Jacob! Seemingly, he and the Island are one in the same, especially if you wanted to use them in a sentence. So, If I were to say to you, “Jacob wanted me to kick you in the balls,” then you could easily just as well say, “The Island wanted me to kick you in the balls.” Also, Jacob seems to be the magic word to use in just about every situation. You’re pissed and want to know why I just kicked you square in your balls? It’s simple. Jacob wanted me to. Sorry. You can’t argue with that.
Charles Widmore. Well, Chuck here didn’t leave the way I was thinking he would (I was hoping for a turn of the frozen donkey wheel, after being tricked into doing it by Ben), but this was just as interesting. Of course, after the fiasco with the baby Alex situation, it didn’t seem like it would’ve been too hard for Ben to make quick business of him. Also, try to ignore that he’s seriously rounding up on how long he’s been trying to get back to the Island.
Also, it’s interesting to see the new guy playing the middle aged Widmore, who looks a lot like Alan Dale, especially with that wig they gave him. Of course, the guy who played teenage Widmore back in the 50s looked a lot like Alan Dale too. Oddly, teenage Widmore guy and middle aged Widmore guy look nothing alike. Let’s hope they do just as good with the actress coming in to play middle aged Eloise.
Annddd, I’m fascinated by the symbol on the vests of the Others guys who were escorting Widmore (don’t ask my why, but I got a total Nixon vibe in that scene) to the submarine, which also had the symbol on it. It seems to be based on
Desmond! A collective “Whew!” comes over the audience to find that his family and he weren’t violently murdered by Ben, even though I think Ben effectively got the revenge he sought against Widmore in the transaction. But also perhaps found a glimmer of a soul in himself too. And we got to see Desmond deserve a nice little beat down as well. I really want to go watch that sad little phone call Ben makes to Jack in “316.”
The Monster! Ah, the monster. They tell us over and over again, that it’s not a nanotech swarm (which I really want it to be even more now after having finished
Also, like Locke, I think all the monster wanted was an apology and some remorse. And some undying fear of God loyalty for the new leader of the Others. And you know what? I think it’s going to happen.
Oh, and The Question: What lies in the shadow of the statue?
Ooooh. I think something very interesting it happening with the red shirts of Ajira flight 316. Perhaps their tiny brains are being taken over? Or perhaps, just perhaps, they aren’t there on accident and have something to do with the upcoming war that Widmore has warned us about. Plus, I love that Frank Lapidus enters every scene he’s in like he just stumbled out of a bender. If they only gave him a drinking scene with Desmond he’d be my favorite character.
Next week: Miles talks to dead people! (Spoiler: Naomi appears). Dr. Pierre Chang! Hurley (who also talks to dead people) and… what appears to just be some awesome good times with the DHARMA gang back in the 70s. That, or we’re going to outer space, brotha!
But tonight is the premiere of
At Wonder-Con, Lollipop and August and I attended a panel promoting the show, but held by the makers of the Lonelygirl15 franchise, who were executing
I love mysteries and horror movies, but I’ve always preferred the “slasher” films because, typically, you get that little bit of whodunnit involved. The mysteries are usually either retarded or too easy to figure out, but maybe that’s half the fun too. More so if they’re trashy. And this show just sounds like one of interesting ideas that can only be executed horribly. I’m watching the first few minutes of this as I type and aside from Final Girl to be Elaine Cassidy (who was wonderful in Atom Egoyan’s 
Two of the things I tend to ramble on about quite a bit here are art and Lost. Like… excessively, right? Well, today is just more of the same, so I hope you love it.
I’ve been fortunate to meet a lot of interesting people online since we started here at Counterforce (I know, I know, it’s shocking to hear that people actually read this site), including a few fellow ridiculous Lost fanatics. But recently, one of those wonderful people that I’ve encountered in my online travels,
But her journey through season 1 got me thinking about it myself. That and
Long story short, I got to thinking about those days of the show, and the characters, and I fondling traveled back to the episode “Hearts And Minds,” the only Boone-centric episode, the one in which Locke takes Boone out into the woods and through the aid of a few chemicals (in
On to what? Well, on to being the sacrifice that the Island demanded, of course, ha ha!
Intriguing premise, but a bad movie. Watch the original.
“Ludovico Buonarrati, Michelangelo’s father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living. So,
The point? None, really. Just a nice little Lost flashback, and one of my favorite moments with Locke. Especially since, it seems like the character is usually so lost (pun intended) as he tries to keep his head above water, bobbing up and down on the waves of destiny, and I just like it when he gets to play the teacher to someone else. As for you and me… we should probably get back to work, whatever that is.
“Ancora Imparo.”
THE GREATEST HITS OF BLACK PEOPLE IN THE LAST QUARTER CENTURY!
(This is by no means meant to be an all encompassing list.)
(So no
All right, all right,
Michael Jackson. The alpha and the omega. Our savior and… sigh… our greatest let down. It’s easy to think of him as a freak now, because he’s kind of turned himself into one, but you know that he was just fucking awesome back in the day. Like
The Cosby Show. Don’t front on this: The show was awesome, and you know you wanted this to be your family. Everyone did. In fact, just thinking about it has me craving a Jello pudding pop and wanting to go watch Angel Heart again. Plus, a woman once offered me sex because she said I reminded her of Theo.
Eddie Murphy. For fucking serious. Back in the 80s, every black man either looked like this cat, or wanted to. Or they looked like Bobby Brown. That shit was tight.
Professor X & Magneto. I’m a big fan of celebrating our differences and our individual unique whateverness, but I also feel that we need a certain level of colorblindness in the way we deal with the world and people, so that’s why I dig how these X-Men characters
I remember this song from my youth but rediscovered it in the last few years thanks to Marco Sparks forcing excessive amounts of Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins down my fucking throat the last few years. And he has a point, I slowly discovered. Pre-Disney Phil Collins was an angry and passionate man, sometimes baring his male pattern baldness and soul for us good people. I think he’s well regarded in quite a few hip hop circles these days. And he’s one of the coolest cats to duet with a black man since Paul McCartney, probably. But more so.
Robert Townsend. This man is a talented actor, writer, comedian, and director, and his film, Hollywood Shuffle, not only exposes the hardships of black actors and the cliches they’d have to deal with it, but it’s fucking hilarious. Plus, he wrote for Eddie Murphy and is responsible (along with Keenan Ivory Wayans, who co-wrote Hollywood Shuffle) for getting jobs for a lot of the prominent black actors working today.
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Samuel L. Jackson. Does this even need to be explained? This man is straight versatility. He’s a great actor, but he’ll do just about anything for a paycheck, it seems. Which means he’ll be in a lot of shit movies, but then at the same time, he’ll call up people like George Lucas and do some Force mojo on him and say, “You will put me in your new Star Wars trilogy,” and it happens. Or, “You will make me the new Nick Fury,” and it fucking happens.
The little sister on Family Matters. Not a greatest hit at all, but just me using this forum to ask where the hell did this girl go? She went upstairs and apparently got swallowed up in a TGIF vortex of some sort
Prince. Let’s not even pretend I have to explain myself here.
Aaron McGruder, creator of the Boondocks cartoon strip and cartoon, a constant source of not just excellent entertainment, but also some serious real talk.
Tupac Shakur. The other day, in conversation, Marco says to me, “Tupac is totally one of the most underrated rappers of all time.” I shook my head in exasperation (something I do frequently when dealing with him and said, “First of all, that’s like saying, ‘Gee wilikers, water sure is wet,’ and secondly…”
Right?
Race relations. Can’t we all just get along? I think the answer is yes, with some cooperation, some communication, and some understanding and accepting. Laser guns can only help this equation.
Wu-Tang Clan. This is who I’d rather talk about than Tupac. In addition to being nothing to fuck with, I’d use two words to describe this group: Universal. Ill. That’s all that’s necessary.
Fuck yeah, we can. You, me, everyone.
And don’t go getting a big head.
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You know what they say, man: Whatever happened, happened.
Some quick thoughts
And Commander Light kind of confirmed for me what I was thinking here, that this was just a little bit of a bland episode, yeah (it was a Kate episode, after all)(but I am glad to see the return of the single character-centric flashback/forward format), but man… even the dullest episode of this show (and no episode is exactly what I would call “dull,” but even if it was) just needs a little appearance by Richard Alpert to turn it all around.
Not only is this guy slick and cool at an almost Sayid-esque level, but he just exudes mystery. And answers. That you’re not gonna get from him.
A guy with a torch who says “Fuck you and your sonic fence,” isn’t going to be the most forthcoming expositional figure. Who says the stong, silent types are a thing of the past? But, then again, this is 1977 after all.
Okay, back to those quick thoughts:
Kate. Seemed like she kinda had her life together, but then reset to being the
Sawyer. Possibly the most positive and upwardly mobile character development on the show? You know, maybe. I was joking with someone the other day that I can’t wait til we get those Lost action figures where you press the button on their back and they spout out one of several different catch phrases. All of Sawyer’s will just be, “Son of a bitch!”
Juliet. I still love her. And the thing about Juliet, especially evident in this episode, is what I’ve been saying about her all along: The creators have clearly given this character all the DNA of a tough, strong person who is both resilient and fragile at times, a go getter, and someone who can make things happen. The catch is with her always being the fourth wobbly leg on the love triangle table, she can only show these sexy lioness qualities when somebody is off in the jungle delivering Hitler, Jr. to the Others.
Jack. I kinda feel Jack here. He kind of drops some real talk on Kate, harshly, but it needs to be harsh. He loves her, and because of that, both her and he have turned him into a welcome mat. And now… well, now, he’s basically Locke. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing or why he’s there, but he’s strong in the idea that there is a purpose out there for him and he’ll find it. And until then, he’s going to make some sandwiches and maybe take a quick shower if you don’t mind.
Ultimate Wolverine vs. Hulk. Wait… what? The third issue of this miniseries written by Lost‘s Damon Lindelof came out this past week, following hot on the heels of the riveting issue #2, which came out like… three years ago? Just reading this thing I can tell you right now with some certainty that Lindelof is the guy who rights a majority Ben’s dialogue. This whole issue (and series so far) has his beats and his cadence can be imagined
Hurley and Miles. Coupla post modern
Secondly, Miles proves here what I’ve been saying about him for a while: He’s totally Charlie 2.0, but with a much cooler and heretofore far too underused ability.
Little Ben/Hitler, Jr. You know, I liked this kid better when he was laying face down in the mud, and before his gaping bullet wound changed ventricles, but hey, whatever. Now he’s… about to be changed? The not remembering anything that happened, well, that just makes sense, and the “always be one of us,” yeah, that too, but what fascinates me is Richard’s saying: “
My theory: Remember when those wacky French kids got sucked down that Cerebrus vent a few episodes back right outside that simply fascinating fucking temple that we’ve seen far too little of? And later Rousseau accuses her lover at gunpoint of having been changed by the Monster (which he claims is not a monster, but the temple’s security system)? I think that whatever is about to happen to Ben is along those lines. I think
Also, Ellie and Widmore (whom Richard Alpert does not answer to, he tells us). I’m fascinated to see what Widmore is up to at this point (I kind of assume that he’s the leader of the Others somewhere around this point in time) but am I the only person who has no problem seeing (1950s) Ellie again?
Oh, and that ending… Man, what a wonderful reminder of why we all love Locke, whom I feel shines possibly his brightest in his moments playing off of Ben. “Welcome back to the land of the living… you bug-eyed son of a bitch.”
Next week: The mother fucking Temple! And quite possibly the answer to whether or not Ben’s violently murdered Desmond’s family! See you in another week, brotha!
There’s nothing cuter than
And yet, it leaves me wondering about the simple things in life. Happiness. Love. Acceptance. Security. And also,
I mean,
Granted,
A laser watch? 007 gets a laser watch. Come on, throw me a frickin’ bone here, man.
The other night I was reading an interesting big on a variant of
Especially if you think about how a person from a few decades in the future could travel back with the common cold from their time period to now, when we don’t have those several decades worth of immunities, and do some serious damage.
Oh well. I guess that just leaves us angry time travelers, all stuck going forward only and at the same speed.
All right, you primates, listen up…
I’m from the future, man. And I’m high!
Come with me if you want to talk about groping and economic reform in hard times.
And people who paint
“The Decider” is
Oh, and today is the day that SKYNET takes over! Er, I mean,
This actually makes a certain kind of sense.
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