Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

Tuesday was a very emotional day for me. Very. I finally watched the finale of Dollhouse and LOST returned. I watch a lot of television, okay?

Personally, I think Joss Whedon is a genius. If you don't know who I'm talking about, he was the creator/head writer of Buffy and Angel... but more importantly of Firefly, Dollhouse, and Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog. Check out the last three. Not that I have anything against Buffy and Angel; I loved those shows. But Dr. Horrible is hilarious. And Firefly and Dollhouse were GENIUS. Absolute genius. And FOX totally screwed Joss over. Firefly only lasted one season... Dollhouse managed to get two (and I really think it was because of major campaigning done on the cast and crews part, and campaigning by the crazy fans) but was cancelled with six episodes to go. Firefly has a cooler story, I think. Firefly was the best show on television that never got to finish its story. It was on FOX in 2002... and then was promptly cancelled. FOX showed the episodes out of order, put it on Friday nights (aka where TV shows go to die), and didn't promote it AT ALL. This was season 1 of American Idol, after all. God FORBID they plug anything else. A few years after Firefly was cancelled... Joss Whedon received a miracle. Someone wanted to make a movie to finish the story. It was called Serenity. I actually saw Serenity FIRST. Which was a big mistake. Because Joss Whedon LOVES to kill main characters. Angel? Anya? Joyce? Cordelia? Fred? He loves it. Loves to kill main beloved characters. So I watched Firefly KNOWING what is going to happen... and I cried the entire time.

Now for Dollhouse. If you have never heard of this show.. go get it. Now. It's awesome. There are a few weak episodes, but in general, this show is amazing. And it actually got a nice concise ending that makes sense. FOX actually never aired the original Season 1 finale. The Season 2 finale, Epitaph Two, was a continuation of the un-aired season 1 finale, Epitaph One. I cried like someone had just shot my puppy in front of me. I was puffy... I wasn't forming words... it was bad. Poor Gene comes downstairs to watch LOST, and I'm curled up in a little corner on the couch ready to punch people.

AND THEN I WATCH THE SEASON 6 PREMIERE OF LOST. Oh my god. It was such a mistake to watch that much emotional television in one sitting. Three straight hours of crying. Not. Good. LOST is my favorite television show. It's the only show where I own all of the seasons... and I often go back and rewatch. Mostly because I'm trying to prove some new theory I have. Yup. I'm one of THOSE LOST fans. The ones who pause the DVR because "Namaste" is written backwards on a painting in the background... the ones who write down whenever the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42 are used. I've seen the first four seasons in their entirety twice. And multiple episodes I've seen more often than that. Luckily, Gene is ALSO one of THOSE people, so it works out. But unfortunately, Gene is really pissing me off about LOST. Because he is convinced that there is inevitable disappointment in the series finale. You see... Gene was a Sopranos fan. I don't think I need to elaborate any more.

Darlton... please prove Gene wrong. Please give us the best season of LOST ever. I'm still a little upset with you for killing a few people that I really realy liked. But I have faith.