So Lost is finally over. What the hell did I just see last night, anyhow? The whole series has reminded me of a mashup between X-Files and Gilligan’s Island.

What was real? What was imagined? What was dreamed? What was alternate universe? What was purgatory? What was heaven?

What is the island? Who was Charles Widmore and why did he care so much about the island? WTF was the DHARMA Initiative? So what’s going on with the island now that everyone is dead? Where happened to the black guy Michael, and his son Waaaaaalt? Basically, all this ending tells me is that all the backstory was absolutely meaningless; the entire six years of random weirdness was just stretched out to say “LOL, everyone dies and the good people get to go to heaven.”

Maybe I shouldn’t think about it too much. It’s like the Force in Star Wars, something cool which certain people could wield but when Lucas tried to explain it with midichlorians it just sucked.

Benjamin Linus has to be one of my favourite TV characters ever. He was just bad-ass.

Urgh, this is hurting my brain. I have to think about this more. I can’t believe I invested 6 seasons in watching this show. More often than not I’d come away thinking, “What just happened?”