Choose Your Own Lost Answers

Well, Lost has ended. I went from having seen zero episodes five months ago to watching the entire season online so that I could enjoy the finale live last night. It was quite a trip. If you watched the show and you’re anything like me, you probably still have a few lingering unanswered questions. To that end, I created a little “Choose Your Own Adventure” style text-based website. Only instead of adventures, you’re choosing answers.

I hope you enjoy. Please share with other Lost viewers who you think might enjoy. Also, let me know if you see any typos or anything. Thanks in advance, love always.

Chris Kelly: An Open Letter To All The Politicians Talking About Whether Or Not Supreme Court Nominee Elena Kagan Is A Lesbian

First of all, boring.

Second of all, should this even matter?

And third of all, of course she’s a lesbian.

Have you seen any stock photos of her? It looks like Obama nominated a cross-country UPS driver to be a Supreme Court Justice. This woman’s face is literally the world’s collective…

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Well said, sir.

Of course, next to Roald Dahl, we’re all pretty much hacks when it comes to creative rituals. The way I understand it, Roald did his writing in a shed hidden behind his greenhouse. Always at the exact same times every day. Until lunch, which was always the same. Norwegian prawns and half a head of lettuce. It gets better. Once inside, a grimy plastic curtain covered the window and his isolation was complete. As Dahl said: “No one goes in there but me.” He wouldn’t write a lick until he snuggled into a sleeping bag, pulled it up around his waist and settled himself down into a beat up wing-backed armchair. He had to put his feet up on a battered travelling case filled with logs which, needless to say, he had to have roped to the legs of the armchair so it was always at the perfect distance. It gets better still. Dahl said he always wrote - with six yellow pencils in a jar beside him - on American legal paper. A thermos full of coffee and an electric pencil sharpener were also vital. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. There were heaters aimed at his hands in case it got too cold. Then, and I mean only then, he wrote.
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