lost, stolen, strayed

Henry Jenkins has a really interesting analysis of narrative pleasure in Lost, here, with a vague stab at accounting for JJ's unaccountable tendency to jump the shark. Not because he wants to, but because the wilder and wilder speeds of the jetski make it inevitable that he'll finally lose control just as the shark happens by. (Plus bonus Twin Peaks references. No-one remembers Twin Peaks these days. Possibly because they retain only the most confused sense of it? I remember watching it with strawberryfrog, back in the day, and ascending regularly to new and surprising levels of bafflement. Ah, nostalgia.)

I now return you to the speaking end of Seagoon... no, wait. I now return to the thrice-damned Masters thesis the editing of which is causing me teeth-gnashing, hair-tearing and inexorable mental and moral decay. The student's grasp of causal logic is considerably worse than JJ's.