Crazy bout TV

I love TV. Love. It. Especially on Wednesday nights, when "Lost" is on and proving that the promise of TV can be fulfilled.

Last night Boone died. Not the most entrancing character or anything, but it was pretty effective considering he went from being somewhat spoiled and irritating to an acolyte of the island's resident white-dog-fighting-black-dog-which-one-is-he-feeding Iron John dude to a guy who could die with a little grace and dignity. But his death, and the feeling of caring for this character, wasn't the real reason I would say the promise of TV was fulfilled. No, that would go to minor non-English-speaking character Jin, hithertofore portrayed as kind of a messed up Korean mafia type with issues about women. Something about the way he was so happy that Claire was having her baby.

Then, of course, it's "Alias" time and it's always nice to see that Jennifer Garner is up for putting on a St. Pauli Girl outfit. Just when you thought pointless, sexist dressing up was relegated to "Charlie's Angels" and "America's Next Top Model." Somehow, whenever there is male hot-cha-cha dressing up to do, it seems more often than not to go to the show's geek character. Still, the show redeemed itself when Jack, the father of the girl spy, basically exposed himself to a nuclear core to save her life but didn't tell anybody. That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever done on that show. Heck, on just about any show except "Star Blazers," where Nova kind of does the same thing with the Space DNA machine to save planet Earth and it nearly kills her.

Sadly, I fell asleep during the Daily Show. Something about getting up extra early to watch a splay saddle get locked into place on top of a bridge anchorage, I think. So I'm in boots and jeans and polarfleece and I get a call that sends me to a press conference in Tacoma. It was me and a couple of TV people and I looked way out of place. I cover the beats, I cover the beats.

Soon I'll blog the NW. It's sitting there, with the Pope on it all nice and big on the front. Man, I hope when I die a controversial person with a history of making costly mistakes about Central American politics, sex in a time of AIDS and homosexuality that I'll get the same kind of fawning treatment the Pope and Reagan did.