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TV’s will soon be so thin they’ll be recessed, but they can’t invent a scanner that slides between pages?

Last night I dreamed I was in one of several maternity wards at the hospital for the birth of our child—not the same hospital, but a hospital; in fact, it wasn’t necessarily even the child we had. Maybe, I got to thinking today, it was a child we had in another reality. Or could all these dreams be Lost-like purgatories? In many of them I do seem to be searching for 老婆. A long time ago I woke up to this kooky idea that once a year we somehow manage to “sync” with an object of your affection (or in the absence thereof, lust) and enter their actual dreams, so you’d better make the most of the opportunity. Assuming you realize it’s one.

(That’s because I’ve already had a post called “Lost”.) So I only just started watching the show, it being the last season, which may have been the wrong approach, secrets and back-stories all at once. It’s well-enough done, and of course I’m especially drawn to the alternate reality aspect of the “flash sideways”, but can’t get over my memory of seeing Mr. Roarke face off against Roddy McDowall as the Devil so many Saturday nights ago. Speaking of which, I rather liked the later series with Malcolm McDowell and Mädchen Amick.

Not done much bloggin’ lately, but not for lack of subject matter. There was Comic-Con, our first anniversary, and, er, my completion of BST relic. And I never did continue my crime story, mostly because I couldn’t be moved to extract the right screenshot from my now decorative PS2. (In case I don’t before such a real-life circumstance befalls me, it turns out that rice-eater Will was seduced by 老婆 to get rid of her videogame-playing husband, but when he couldn’t go through with it, lovelorn Alice completed the task.)