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If you think you have too much time on your hands…

…then you haven’t yet met Jeff Jensen, of Entertainment Weekly, because he clearly blows you away.

Actually, no, he doesn’t…because he gets paid to do stuff like, say, watch this week’s episode of “Lost”…and if you haven’t, then you might want to stop reading right now…then take a screen capture of the map Locke found and study it way more than you or I probably would.

But, hey, that works out nicely, because you can enjoy his observations and theories right here without having to do all the hard work.

Thanks, Jeff!

The More You Know…

Did anybody else happen to catch the mockcommercials on NBC tonight featuring the cast of “The Office”? I nearly missed them while speeding through the other stupid ads (i heart TiVo), but was lucky enough to see them all; there was even one that aired during “My Name Is Earl.” Originality: this is exactly why the series is doing as well as it is. NBC has definitely got something here. Maybe next week we’ll see the cast of “Scrubs” doing fake PSA’s of their own. We can only hope.

American Idol: Lisa Follows Chicken Little Home

So Art Vandalay is a prophet once again. Either that or I rigged the whole freaking “American Idol” voting process. Nah, that would take too much time. This time Lisa Tucker pretty much booted herself off after a really bad rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s “Because of You.”

But there were two surprises last night. One, that they brought out Skakira and Wyclef to perform the opening song for Elimination Wednesday. What, were Neil Sedaka or Tom Jones not available? This was actually a cool performance to watch, and Shakira showed some of the Idol hopefuls just how far they have to go to really become a star.

The other surprise was the bottom three–Lisa, Ace, and Catharine McPhee. To top it off, Catharine was in the bottom TWO. I understand Ace, because he completely butchered that Train song and he’s just annoying to begin with. But Catharine? Is America that in love with Bucky Covington and Kellie Pickler? Or are there just that many banjo-playing, barbecue-eating, sweet tea-drinking types voting for them? Either way, they’re all going home soon, but I didn’t think Catharine deserved to be ranked that low.

Oh, and just how many ways are there to spell Catharine? I swear I’m spelling it right but it never looks right. People, don’t name your daughters Catharine anymore, it’ll be better for us all.

So now we are down to 9. I’m still sticking with my gut here and saying Chris, Mandisa or Paris will win it all. But getting there is half the fun, so see you next week, kids.

Vandalay, OUT.

Why, I didn’t even know it had gone anywhere!

“Love Monkey” finds new life on VH1. Hey, I didn’t even realize it got shitcanned. Just shows to go you how much current TV I watch and/or care about. Note that no new episodes are being shot or show, just the original eight that were already completed. Did CBS not even show all of those? Man, that show must have really sucked, but then I’m not surprised at all by that. When I first saw the trailers for it I screamed “You won;t even last a season!” at the TV. God, I love being right. Actually, I think I said “Anything with Jason Priestly is doomed to fail.” Either way, god, I love being right.

Zero hour ain’t so bad

Poor Locke! The old dog finally shakes the ghost of his father, and then, after learning of his death via the weekly obit column, discovers that he’s not really dead. To make matters worse, he asks Peggy Bundy to marry him, only to get denied and sent packing. AND THEN… back on Temptation Island (oh wait, that’s a different show), he gets trapped inside the hatch alone with Creepy Balloon Guy, and when they manage to jar open the blast door, it falls right onto John’s legs. Ouch. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking down, and when it hits zero (or does it?), all of the normal lights go out. Then, several blacklights turn on and reveal… a giant map with a big question mark in the middle drawn in pink invisible ink on the very blast door that Locke is trapped beneath.

As Locke waits for help (none of which he gets because Jack and Sawyer are in the middle of a pissing match), Charlie, Sayid and Ana locate the smiley face balloon and the supposed grave of Creepy Balloon Guy’s wife. What the trio discovers, however, is not the body of a dead woman, but rather a dead black man with a driver’s license that reads: Henry Gale, the alias that Creepy Balloon Guy has been using for the past few weeks. Uh-oh! Someone’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar!

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