People Who Don’t Know How to Spell “Cologne”

In about twelve hours, I’ll be happily (and uncomfortably) sitting on a Virgin Atlantic flight to London, perhaps sipping a vodka and fruit juice drink, and trying desperately to get a little sleep before a  [more...]

Because I’m a detail-oriented, wanna-be set designer, allow me to clue you in on some of the magical wonder destinations available in Willy Wonka’s Glass Elevator, courtesy of my anal-retentive freeze  [more...]

I've finally formulated a theory on what will be revealed at the end of Lost, and I haven't seen this idea elsewhere so I'll post it and let the net assimilate it, chew it over, and spit it out.