By Shawn Deena – I don’t get it. You spend 6 years building up that amazing well-woven mystery wrapped in a puzzle covered in an enigma blanket and then you end with the heavenly light bit. C’mon! That’s just cheap.

By Shawn Deena – How do you follow Lost? Seriously how do you replace the watershed show that spurned more conspiracy theories than Area 51? Will V (holding back ridiculous laughter) take its place? Or how about the umpteenth copycat show ABC has tried to drop on us (Flash Forward, Happy Town, Insert Name of Show that copies Lost here). Is ABC saying goodbye to their Sopranos?

A few days ago, I read that one of the show’s creators had said that Lost is about the survivors of Oceanic 815, not the island (now, of course, I can’t remember where and can’t find it). The finale was definitely in service to that statement – there was closure with the characters, but there are still many questions about the island, the light cave, the nature of Desmond, and more.

There goes my theory of crazed, warring quantum physicists from another dimension, using the island as their experimental playground. Although that’s just as effing believable as the light that shines in every man. And, I swear, if that light turns out to be all the love in the world, I will . . .

The episode started out promising (really, though, any episode that starts off with a gun to Kate’s head can be considered promising), but didn’t deliver. How great would it have been if Widmore had just blown Kate away right there, cutting to the opening titles? What a shocking way to open! Right?!

By Shawn Deena – For the last six or so years we as a collective fan base have followed a plotline that is so absurd it makes the story arc of The Matrix seem logical. We went from castaways on a spooky island, to a bunch of baddies, to another bunch of baddies and some new castaways, to a smoke monster, to baddies on a boat, to time travel, to temporal plot lines where one person is in the past and another isn’t, to now season six, where all of this will come together in the next four episodes.

This was the first time in years that I’ve watched Lost at its regular broadcast time, complete with commercials. Usually, I let the DVR record for fifteen or twenty minutes, then start, catching up to the show by 9:52 PM or so. I don’t quite remember why we chose to watch it on live TV tonight, but damn that was a lot of commercials.

As the end draws nigh, more and more I get the sense that Lost is going to wind up being a biblical drama, with Jacob and the Man in Black as the primaries. Now, I have a theory on that. The Man in Black? God. Bear with me and check it out.

I’m trying to figure out a mathematical equation that will tell me how much booze I’ll need to get me through the last 10 eps of Lost. Maybe I should buy one good bottle of bourbon, label it the Lost bourbon, and ration it.

By Lisa Fary – I’ve gotten to the point where I’ll pretty much accept anything. Jack has a kid, now? OK. Jacob has a magic mirror in a lighthouse? Whatevs.

By Lisa Fary

I almost didn’t go to the beverage store yesterday even though Snowpocalypse 2 was on its way. I was happy to endure the snow and stuck-indoorsedness armed only with hot tea, my iPod and a book. But, then I remembered. It was Tuesday. Which meant it was Lost day. Which meant I’d need a little helper during or after the show.