Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Lost, What Kate Did

In addition to being able to scamper up trees and scurry through HVAC ducts with ease, Kate is a murderous little monkey.

Long before finding herself on the Island of Hot Men, Kate was "jest a po girl," living in the South. She shared a home--with real foundations!--with her Mama and Step-Papa. But Jerry Springer-style, it turns out Step-Papa is the guy whose sperm gave us Kate. Kate is so revolted by the idea, she blows up the family home with Step-Papa inside it.

And that folks, is what Kate did.

Back on the Island, Kate starts thinking that the ghost of Step-Papa the Confetti-ed One has infested Sawyer. With good reason, since a feverish Sawyer wraps his hands around her skinny neck and squeezes. (Maybe that's just Sawyer's version of hillbilly foreplay, Kate.) Kate decides that's her cue to take a break from nursing duties and flees into the jungle.

Also following her to the Island is a horse she saw on the night of her near-arrest. Apres murder, Kate's Mama turns her in, and U.S. Marshall guy apprehends her in a bus (train?) station. Demonstrating that smoking is bad for you, U.S. Marshal guy is so busy lighting up, he doesn't mind the road and plows his car into a telephone pole. Right before kicking the Marshall's ass out of the car, clever monkey Kate sees the horse trotting free alongside the road.

A black Andalusion, by the looks of it. Well, crap. My favourite breed of horse--don't tell the Nikster--is just wandering around the jungle. Some people have all the luck. Anyhow, I guess the horsy represents freedom or Kate's desire for well-hung men.

Speaking of well-hung--he wishes--Shut Up Jack finds Kate in the jungle and chews her out for leaving Sawyer lying in a heap on the floor. Right. Like his bedside manner is much better.

Kate's response? She latches onto his face like a lamprey and tries to suck his tonsils out. O-tay. One supposes this emphasizes the Kate-Jack-Sawyer love triangle.

In other threads woven when the writers remember the rest of the cast...Sayid is mourning Shannon. And I feel sorry for him. I cannot for the life of me see what he saw in her. But I like Sayid. Sniff.

-Anna-Lucia is still a one-dimensional sulk-monster.

-Charlie Hobbit's primary job is now to pester other characters.

-I spy with my little eye a bare-chested Jin. Might I say, "Sun, you lucky girl"?

-And Sawyer, honey? I love you, but get a haircut. The grunge hillbilly look isn't working.

Also, this week, Locke and Eko (okay, I'll spell it right) did some bonding. Since each is their tribe's man of faith*, aka, Yoda, I keep expecting something mystical to happen when the two are together. Instead, Eko tells Locke a story that has a great setup, but really is just a "bleh"-segue for Eko giving Locke the missing bits of the Orientation film. (It's okay, Eko. My stories are like that too. Great hook, but weak endings.)

(*Eek, does this make Anna the BackEnder's man of science? This scientist weeps.)

Eko and Locke have nothing else to do, so they watch the new, uncut version of the film. The scientist in the film admonishes them not to use the Computer of Doom for anything other than entering the numbers. Nothing. No porn, no Ebay, nothing else.

Michael, meanwhile, is puttering around the control room when the computer chirps at him. Cheerful green letters spell "Hello" on the black screen. Michael, always game for some chat room time, types "Hello." He introduces himself and get the following response:


Hmmm. It would seem that The Others have no parental controls on their computers. Shame on them, letting a Walt cruise the chat rooms. No telling what trouble the boy could find.

Yeah, my snark is shriveled like my cold, cold heart. I'm not sure what my reaction is "supposed" to be to Kate's evil deed. Mostly, I'm ambivalent. I hated my father and the notion of being anything like the S.O.B. is repugnant. I wouldn't have gone to the effort of making him explode-y, but I don't hate Kate for going that route with her paternal unit.

Ultimately, my reaction to a character's backstory is determined by my feelings toward that character. Jack is tiresome in his "I must save the world" mentality, and I find his backstory tiresome. Anna is the Bitch of Christmas Past, Present and Future.

But Kate's okay: my idea of what a "girl with a past" should be. So I find her backstory interesting. Just like I can sympathize with Sayid even though I hated his woman.

Biased, moi?


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