Lost and Found

I am one of those people that stayed up to watch the series finale of LOST.  I watched the pre-show with my sister for a while, then we ran to the store to get wine gums, popcorn and Fresca, then came back in time to watch the whole episode.  Along with approximately 45 minutes of commercials. Once the episode was finished, I was exhausted, but I slept very poorly last night.

As a true hardcore LOST fan, I was expecting a lot from this episode, but also not knowing what to expect.  I was not disappointed.  I did NOT see it coming that the flash-sideways world was purgatory (since I am Catholic, I will use the RC word), nor did I expect their reunion to be post-mortem.  But it all made sense: live together, die together.  In death, regardless of when they died (I loved the line Christian Shepperd used: in this place, there is no now; only here) they were all reunited in the afterlife and felt whole. They had spent their lives feeling lost, and in death, they found themselves in their connections to each other.

I have often pondered the afterlife, especially when my father died and in the events since then.  I have wondered whether I will recognize my dad when I see him again. I wonder what we will look like in heaven: if I die an old lady, will I be an old lady forever in the afterlife?  Will I return to my younger self? What will I do there? Who will I spend eternity with?  Will my dad be waiting for my mom, or will she be waiting for my step-dad?

It is said that our heavenly bodies will not resemble our earthly bodies, but we will recognize each other by our souls.  LOST was the same.  They needed to touch each other and feel each other to recognize their loved ones and make the connection. I have developed my own theology on afterlife, that we return to the person and entourage that we had when we were most happy, when we felt most purposeful.  Until one has lived their entire life, you cannot know the answers to these questions.  My period of happiness may have already occurred, or it may not happen for another 40 years. I may lose significant people in my life (again) that change my entire reality that shapes the soul within. I may yet meet people that will drastically alter my outlook on life, and that could change my afterlife.

Despite all my questions and uncertainty, there is one thing that I am sure of: that I will meet my Maker and that he/she will make a place for me in which I will be at peace. I just have to have faith that I will be with the ones who matter most to me, those whom I love. That I will be FOUND.

And I do have faith.


How Long I Have Waited

Ally McBeal is FINALLY on DVD!!

Now, I know I am dating myself, but I loved this show so much that everyone knew that you did NOT call me during Ally McBeal, on punishment of death.  Or at the least a severe verbal lashing, followed by a click and a dial tone.  Even Tony knew not to call, when we were first dating, on Monday nights between 10-11 pm: I was on a date with Billy…until he died.  And then with Larry.  Until good old R. Downey Jr got sent to jail for some drug charge and they had to write Larry off.  I cried my face off.

I have been waiting for years to get this on DVD, and even tried to find a way to buy a non-region-encoded DVD player and then order the DVDs from the UK, where it has been out for a long time.  Apparently there were issues with music rights and so on in the New World…gah.

Tony says he wishes he would have known, as he already bought my Christmas gift. NOOOOooooooooo!

To quote John “The Biscuit” Cage: BALLS!

Jonathan Rhys Meyers could behead me anytime

As a good politically aware Canadian girl, I watch the Rick Mercer Report religiously.  The dude rocks.  Although I am slightly disappointed, as I am sure many are, that he plays for the other team.  But I digress.

After RMR, there are always sultry, intriguing previews for The Tudors. Jonathan Rhys Meyers is Henry VIII? Man, if only the pompous lusty royal really looked like that!  He could behead me anytime!  I really wanted to watch the show, but it is all sequential, and I had already missed the first 5 episodes.  What’s a poor maiden to do?

Hello, my good friend, BitTorrent. Within one night, I had all 10 episodes at my disposal, ready to indulge in the royal fantasy.  And indulge I did.  It has me completely hooked.  Not only on his Highness’s bod, but on the actual history itself.  I have the encyclopedia out, wikipedia is open on my laptop, and I am researching until my eyes can’t focus on his lovely face anymore.

In fact, my research led me to a trailer for The Other Boleyn Girl, which led me here and then here, which led me to the library to get a copy of this book, which I am devouring like leftover Halloween treats..  I am indeed addicted.  I may have to seek some sort of 12 step program once the show ends and I have finished all of Gregory’s books.  Alas, I cannot bear to think of it: the pain is too great…

I don’t often do this, but…

I am not really a political person, but I do get all riled up when anyone mentions Bush.  So in light of the recent events and Bush’s “pardon” granted to Libby, I was delighted to watch Keith Olbermann’s commentary on the kerfuffle. Watch it.  You’ll be glad you took the ten minutes to do so.

Canadian Idol: Can I pick ’em or what?!


Two of those boys that I loved from Monday night went on to top 22.  Out of all 200 people, 2 of my picks got through: Greg Neufeld and Andrew Austin.  I seriously think that I should be a judge, or at least given a free ticket to the show (airfare please!) and huge banner that says “Hot Sarah Sure Can Pick ‘Em!”

Plus, did I mention that Greg is easy on the eyes?

Since I did not watch last year, I really didn’t know that he was almost top 10 last season.  That makes my pick even MORE amazing, don’t you think?

Did I mention that Greg is nice to look at?

Maybe he’ll do better this year with the shorter haircut (yes, I looked at pics from last season after realizing that he has a fan club, not that I would ever join…)

Canadian Idol + Instruments = It’s about time!


I don’t watch Canadian Idol. The talent on there, don’t hate me for saying it, is worse than its American counterpart. I do NOT believe that Canadians are less talented. I think that all the REALLY good Canadian talent doesn’t give a hoot about being an Idol and that they don’t even bother to audition (I maintain this as my excuse for never auditioning…). That, or the judging is different and they draw different types of musicians and entertainers. I don’t watch American Idol, either. I almost got caught in the Taylor Hicks fever last year, but got so tired of watching that pipsqueak Kevin get pushed through week after week and I feared that his singing would eventually lead my ears into a spiral of depression and ultimately end in their self-mutilation.

But last night, I tuned in. Why? Well, my cousin (Spencer – he’s the 7th one in…go see, you know you wanna!) made it into the top 200 and got his golden ticket to Toronto. Woot! I’ve never heard the guy sing, but hey…I had visions if he went through, I could go to TO with my big banner that says “Baba’s posse” and the camera would pan to me while he sings and the subtitle would read “Spencer’s hot cousin, Sarah.” All part of the plan. So I turned on the tube, ate my corn on the cob and steak (courtesy of T) and watched.

I was pleasantly surprised. Not necessarily by the singing (I had to protect my ears with some duct tape and ear muffs), but by the fact that they allowed the vocalists to accompany themselves on guitar or piano. SWEET! This is so much more realistic than singing a cappella. Most young hopefuls play and sing at the same time (no easy feat, I’ll tell you) and to me, it shows a more well-rounded musician than someone who wears the oh-so-short skirt and oh-my-boobies low-cut top while belting out some version of “Dirrty.” I was totally enthralled with the threesome of guys who sang together and all played their guitars. For having very little sleep, the harmony was great and the energy in their playing and performance was über enjoyable (as was their appearance…nothing sexier than a guy at one with his guitar, and if there’s 3 of them? Oh my…). I then decided it was safe to peel off the duct tape.

I will probably tune in tonight to make sure those boys get through to the top 22 (Greg Neufeld, Andrew Austin and Paul Filek).

Oh, and my cousin didn’t get through, but he has a band back in his hometown. You can listen to them here.