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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Hiding Place

As mentioned before, I'm still in the midst of an all out Lost marathon. Just so we're clear, I'm about 2 discs from finishing the 3rd season which means I will then resort to the episodes they have posted for the 4th season at the show's website. I just wanted you to know that. :)

Lost kind of sucks you in despite how basic the well, basis of the show is. In my mind, it's more of a modern day Gilligan's Island. You have the professor (Jack Sheapard), and the hottie he covets but never makes a move on (Kate whatsername) and don't forget the useful bad guy(Locke, although Sawyer will do in a pinch).

Then you have the principle characters that go along with any story. The sleazy guy (Sawyer), the sweet girl who has a past but not really because she might be giving birth to the next Messiah (Claire). The guy who loves her (Charming Charlie). Throw in a father looking out for his son, a deserted island and a crashed plane and BOOM...instant tv show.

Hey, I'm not complaining. But sometimes it's so easy to see what is going to happen next that it's laughable. Although to be fair, the writers do perform the art of the desert island song and dance a lot differently than previous such television shows and/or movies (excluding Gilligan, the trendsetter). For instance, they don't have to worry about a lot of the stuff you and I would be worrying about like clean water, food, and a place to stay dry. Medical care, etc, etc you get my point.

However....I still don't know what the fuck that black smoke slicing up thing is, in the jungle. That does have me stumped. I have a couple of theories...but am not quite ready to...you know, pretend to know. *grin*

Hiding Place
hiding place

I took that this afternoon. My flight arrangements are being finalised. I leave my home on March 31 and spend a week in a town I have no idea how to pronounce for training, then I get flown into the community I will be working in, which is called Hall Beach.

Although things are taking shape rather rapidly, I'm not nervous or too excited yet. I'm the kind of person that usually happens to when I get to the airport with the ticket in my hand. That's when I usually say something like....what the hell have I just committed to??

But it sure will be fun writing about it.

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