I was kinda underwhelmed.
Yeah. I'm as surprised as anyone. I mean we waited, what, like eight and a half months for that? I dunno. Maybe I'm feeling a bit jaded. Stretching this into three more years of sixteen-episode seasons kind of pisses me off. Part of me is really beginning to appreciate the British way of doing television: one or two seasons and the story is done.
Anyway...
I missed the Oceanic commercial during Eli Stone because, well, I have no interest in that show. It's not that I don't think its pretty enough or smart enough, but I already have a date for prom and, well... I just want to be friends, alright?
As I was saying... I missed the commercial but I'm thinking it's the same one at FlyOceanicAir.com which then leads you to Find815.com which, admittedly, I haven't checked out yet because, well, fuck you. I'm a busy guy. Not that you'd get that impression from this blog. But still...
Thanks to Nate for the links!
Anyway, the Oceanic site has two rather ordinary links: a privacy policy PDF that appears to be a normal privacy policy and an Oceanic press release. The press release has a phone number for Georgia Cavanaugh who is listed as an Oceanic contact. Calling the number (818-460-5520) leads to her voicemail. Since last night the message has changed but the results are still the same. Choosing to be sent to the operator gives you the option of logging in to a mailbox. The system seems to accept 815 as a valid mailbox number but neither 815 nor Hurley's numbers seem to be the correct password. Anyone figure this out? I'm not Googling this because that seems like cheating to me. Whereas asking for the answer seems okey-dokey to me for some reason. Go figure.
So, The Oceanic Six. Only six get off the island, presumably because the others (not to be confused with The Others) are hiding. And yet another Oz veteran shows up. Lance Reddick, formerly doomed undercover officer Desmond Mobay, shows up as the quietly sinister business-card-lacking Matthew Abbadon. Abaddon is, as most dorks and creepy-in-their-own-right Christian fundies know, the name for lowest levels of Hell.
And that's all I've got. Like I said. I was underwhelmed. But, to be fair, not much could have lived up to the hype.
Uh.
How 'bout that Cloverfield?
