While You Wait for Lost...

(Just a quick reminder first to go and click on Chris Temple's bid for a grant to open an arthouse coffee place that would give free art lessons to kids!)

First things first... something I really should have mentioned all last week, and Sunday, and especially yesterday morning: GO TEAM CANADA!!! Woohoo!! I hope you were watching as our evil Canadians played against the genteel Americans and Sidney Crosby KICKED ASS. That was a wicked nailbiter of a game... what a proud, proud day for Canucks everywhere! I was so happy. I actually really loved the Olympics (I usually love the Winter Olympics... crazy fact: I gave birth during the 2004 Summer Olympics; as I was in labour I was watching the men's high dive) and there were so many great stories of hope and tragedy and sadness and happiness... it was like a story being unfurled on my TV, with athletic prowess being thrown in the mix for good measure. I'm going to miss them.

It's Lost Day, kids! And I've been posting some goodies all day, but now I wanted to throw out an idea to everyone and see what sort of Photoshoppers I have in my reading audience. I've made several jokes on here that my dream on Lost is for Jack to walk past a bookshelf and my entire series of Finding Lost books would be on it. Surreal and metatelevisual all in one! But since that will never happen, I want to see if you help me pretend it happened. Since my Photoshop skills could be fit on the head of a pin, could anyone out there try their hand at inserting my books into scenes? Maybe Sawyer could be reading one on the beach. Or Ben could be holding one in his hand (who better to be giving Ben his secrets than this evil Canadian?!) Or they could be lining bookshelves. Or Kate could be ready to throw one at Sawyer's head. Or a polar bear could be catching up on his reading. Or John Locke could be playing backgammon on one. The possibilities are endless! Just not for someone like me. Here's an example of me attempting it.



Pretty mad skills, eh? You should have seen the one where Ben was carrying it through the camp. He looked like he was taking a novelty cheque to a big lotto winner. Send me what you come up with and I'll post them here with credits to you, and ultimately I'll pick one to adorn the top of my site (if I can figure out how to do that... and if I can't, I'm sure someone out there could help me). Technical genius here, folks... look out.

I also wanted to tell you to tune in to this blog immediately after Lost ends... I'm hoping to have my blog up at exactly 10pm. How will she do that, you might ask? How WILL I do that, I respond, Miles-like (seriously, do you know how many times I use that line these days to avoid questions?) OK, fine, I'll tell you: I'm time traveling, too!

And now, without any further ado, this week's installment of haiku, brought to you by last week's episode, "Lighthouse"!

I discovered that
Lost is tough to watch in a
Mexican resort.

Skeleton baby:
Creepiest thing of all time.
Claire's in Crazytown.

And now, the angry deleted scene... in haiku:

Hurley:
"I can see you. I
thought I was special, but you
Just wanted Jack." Sniff.

"I'm in a red shirt
Walking through the damn jungle
Dude, what about me?!"

Jacob:
"Now calm down, Hurley.
Last guy who said that, added,
'Just die in a fire.'"

Jack:
"I'm sick of questions!
Now you bring me up here, and
Offer answers?" SMASH!!!

Jacob:
"You guys have waited
And now I'm here and you are
Angry? WTF?"