It was brought to my attention that, perhaps, I should have alerted readers to spoilers ahead. I wasn’t thinking clearly. My apoligies… 😉

Holy crap.

No, I’m serious. Holy CRAP.

ABC kicked so much major booty last night.

First, the 2-hour season finale of Lost. Not many questions answered, but a few more raised.

Science teacher guy explodes? Yikes!

The hatch has the creepy numbers on it? Yikes!

Locke goes ahead and lights the fuse even though Walt went all nutso and told him not to open it AND Hurley practically got himself blown up trying to stop him? Yikes!

Black smoke leads to….crazy French lady? Yikes!

And “rescue” boat takes Walt, leaves Michael, Sawyer and Jin in the ocean and blows up the raft?

YIKES!

And all this was *nothing* compared to the Alias finale.

First, I have to say again…Lena Olin is one hot woman. I’m completely and utterly straight, but I think Lena Olin could make me question. Wow.

I knew there had to be something coming at the end. Syd and Co. save the world from Armageddon, Syd and Vaughn are engaged, Nadia’s not dead…lalala…all is well.

And then…

“My name’s not Michael Vaughn.”

I think that little statement would have been enough. Really…keep the viewers going WTF for the whole summer.

But then…

BAM!

Hit by a bleeping car.

Jen and I screamed so loud that I can’t believe the neighbors didn’t come knocking.

That, my friends, is good television. 😉