Well, I loved the season six premiere of LOST, and we have basically what amounts to one really long day left until the show wraps up. Sixteen hours of storytelling, and that’s it. Friends of mine and readers of my various missives into the aether are well-aware of my love for this show… this THE PRISONER with hot chicks… that not only rewards multiple viewings of episodes but pretty much demands it. So I won’t be doing any summing up; no overview of my various positions and theories and whatnot; rather, I’ll just assume you’re up-to-date or can catch up because frankly we’re at the end of the ride here and if you don’t know about my fixation with the whispers and the eye color changes and all, for example, it’s too much to go into now. So let’s start: