Another step on the road to eccentric recluse

I sat on my couch last night as the finale for Lost petered out and said, out loud, "That's it, TV. We're through." All my shows have let me down: Grey's Anatomy (ridiculous, unbelievable, nonsensical ending(s), poor writing); Veronica Mars (comes back for a nanosecond, poorly plotted); well, there are a few others, but I knew they were bad going in. (Like I caught a random Smallville recently and they featured Bizarro Clark! Wooohooo! But the show's so awful. Yet I was delighted.)

But Lost took the cake. I know I'm not a fan from the first season, but watching the finale totally evacuated my desire to watch the previous seasons on DVD.* I'm going to have to get cable or just toss the whole appliance out. A window. Or something.

Bah!

*Why, you ask? [Spoilerettes] Because the "flashback" was obviously a flash-forward, which means the whole super suprise ending was telegraphed from the beginning; of course they didn't kill off Sayid and the other two, but there was no plausible reason why those Others didn't follow orders; there was no reason for Charlie to lock himself in the radio room instead of making a run for it; the deux ex machina moment with the VW bus was like a bad outtake from Stand By Me, as was the "you're too fat to help" scene with the poor large man; the ridiculous ghost scene with the little kid who got taken on the raft last? season and Locke throwing a knife at that woman was straight out of a bad horror film or a soap opera, a bad one . . .