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A Confession of Lost Addict

9:04 AM | Labels: , , ,

Hi, my name is Brawny, and I'm an addict.
I had heard about this series, but only watched one, years ago, at a friends. Season three I think. There were commercials. I wasn't into it. Too weird.


Now we got NetFlicks. You can watch all 100 episodes back to back if you like, no commercials.


Commercials are for taking a pee break, grabbing a cup of coffee, shutting windows. Never watch a commercial unless its super cute. Loving those Gieco kids. I watch those every time.


Back to Lost.

Who knew? We got hooked in the first season. You can't help loving the main characters. Their back stories are interspersed with the current drama. Series of disasters keep the 43 minutes of each episode flying. Of course, with netflicks, you can pause it, back wind it (did he say he hated his father?)
and play it over again.

Yeah, well, I keep reading the next episodes description, and can't go to bed. So far we've watched 51 out of the hundred. All other programing must wait.

Not to give too much away, but between Sawyer and Jack, if I were Kate, not sure which one I'd base a future on. Right now she's sitting on the fence and enjoying the best of both worlds, but this is a family show.

No swearing, no nudity, some nice kisses, some fighting and murder, but that would probably be rated PG.

It's got twists and turns and I admit I find myself yelling at the screen"No! don't turn your back on that Other!" or "Why don't you split up the work load, you dunce?" and "Oh sure, you just happen to have the right antibiotics."

I think they used to call it Johnny Come Lately, or Been There Done That, but if you haven't watched Lost, try it. Interesting psychological drama, and I wonder whose dream, nightmare, or mental illness may be inducing the torture inflicted on various humans on The Island.

I'm pondering the applications as a survivalist. They seem to have an inordinate amount of tarps and medicines to make life easier. They prefer living on the beach to caves or The Amazing Survival Bunker with all the comforts of home. The weapondry, in spite of the leaders best efforts, have been spread around until you never know who will come up with a loaded glock.

People die, are buried, the good, the bad and the pretty. Doesn't matter. Some we hated anyways, they had it coming. Some we still misss. Its rumored only the good die young, but I'm not buying that line anymore.

If you've seen the end,please don't tell me.

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Mapping My Lost Adventure

9:20 AM | Labels: , , , ,

Heading out on a normal walk the other morning, I made a spontaneous decision that led to a crazy bushwhacking experience.
After I got home, I drew the map.

I don't want to establish a beaten path to one of my favorite hide outs, so I cut off the trail just a little bit (labeled A) before my normal turn off, labeled B.
The purple line marks my usual route. The blue is the creek which can be heard from halfway down.

I knew I'd have to head south cross country to compensate, and so I did. Yet, I should have passed some of my familiar landmarks, like the huge bolder with small logs leaning against it, labeled 1 on the map below. That's one of the ways I create memorable land marks: by laying natural woodland materials in certain ways.



I did not see any other marks, or trees of note, that I normally pass. In my head I was following the Yellow line marked on this map, trying to get back on the purple route. So, I continued to compensate, and still did not see any land marks. I've been down this 700 foot descending slope so many times, this made me wonder. The green depressions marked on the map were irregular. Something was wrong. I headed straight to the creek which is easily heard once the MP3 player is turned off.

I continued to walk along the creek, first one direction, then another. I knew I should be looking across to the old cave, but the landscape was growing more level and the creek much calmer than the waterfall by my campsite (marked 3) and crossing point . Even in winter, the foliage is thick with rhododendron leaves, pine needles, and dead falls.

I stopped, and knew I must throw out all preconceived notions. In my head I was above the cave, north of where I should be. Yet, the landscape and landmarks disagreed.

It occurred to me that I must not head up the hill which I'd just descended. In these parts, the terrain is like a crumpled tissue, with hallars and hills taking all sorts of directions. Being my morning walk, I didn't bring anything. Spending the night didn't worry me. I would not leave the creek. It was my certain landmark, and an abundance of water. The plentiful ground cover would provide a shelter.
The one thing I wished I had was a way to make fire.

Sure, I'd survive without a fire, but I'd miss the signal, the companionship, the added warmth.

After I threw out my previous notions of where I was, I looked around and realized I must head upstream. By watching for the over hang, marked 2 on the map, I finally found my bearings. The red line indicates my actual route of travel on my "lost" adventure.



From now on,even on innocent morning walks, I always carry a Bic lighter in my pocket. A fire starter has been added, all in this tiny plastic bag.

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