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March 7th, 2008

The TV Nerd Asks a Question About Lost [Mar. 7th, 2008|12:18 am]
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So, here's what I'm wondering: What do the Others actually do all day? When they're not unnecessarily terrorizing, infiltrating and/or kidnapping the survivors of Flight 815, I mean.

Here's what we know so far. The Dharma Initiative came to the island decades ago, the 1970s judging by Ben's age, as a research commune and, presumably, some kind of Utopian social experiment. But even then there were people already on the island, natives that were hostile to the Dharma Initiative. Ben helped these natives kill off the Dharma people so the island could once again be theirs.

But here's where it starts to get confusing for me. If Ben and the natives want the island to themselves, why do they then start recruiting more people from around the world to come over? Doctors, chemists, engineers...even a therapist! Why? They're never actually shown doing anything other than living, eating, and meeting for the occasional book group discussion. At one point we see some of them breaking up some rocks. All in all, really mundane, day-to-day stuff.

What's the point? What do they do, and what makes this group more tolerable to the natives than the Dharma people (aside from the fact that the Dharma people were filthy hippies who wore unflattering jumpsuits)?

I don't get it. Surely the natives wouldn't want anyone else on the island, jumpsuits or no.
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It's Kill Jack Haringa in Your Blog Day [Mar. 7th, 2008|10:51 am]
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"Jack," he whispered in the dark, and I could swear I saw the mist coming from his mouth in the cold of the cave, even if I couldn't see anything else. Then he said, "Madison," and he said, "Haringa," and I realized he was murmuring his own name over and over like a calming mantra.

"It's not much farther now," I said. I wished I could see him better, maybe put a comforting arm around his shoulder.

"Why are we doing this?" he demanded.

"Because she has commanded it," I say.

"But why?"

"We don't question her."

Silence, then the whispers again, "Jack...Madison...Haringa..."

We reached the back of the cave, where the air was so cold it felt like ice rubbing against our skin. But there was light too, phosphorescent microbes in the wall that gave the rocks a greenish-reddish glow. And beyond, the midnight nook where she waited, little more than a lupine shadow pacing against the dark. Two glowing red eyes pierced the blackness.

"Touch her," I said.

"No, no." Jack shook his head, over and over. I'd never seen him so frightened.

I grabbed his arm, pulled his hand toward the dark. "Touch her," I repeated. "Touch the dark wolf."

"NO!" Jack broke from my grasp and ran for the cave mouth.

"Follow him," she whispered to me, her breath hot in my ear and smelling of carrion. "Bring him back to me."

I followed. I followed Jack all through the tiny western town we'd come to and, hours later, found him wandering the sidestreets and gibbering madly. I grabbed his shoulder, spun him to face me, and the madness in his eyes drew a shiver along my spine.

I begged him to return with me to the cave, but he repeated, "No, no, not the dark wolf!"

It was then that I realized where we were, what building we had by sheer chance paused before. "Dear God," I said. "Jack...it's an orphanage." He turned to face the building, eyes wide with terror, but his feet remained frozen in place. "An orphanage, Jack! We have to get out of here!"

Suddenly the orphanage's door burst open, and a flood of zombie orphans overwhelmed us. By some miracle -- perhaps the dark wolf protected me -- they left me untouched. But Jack wasn't so lucky. They clubbed him with tiny objects that, in my panic, I thought resembled bricks, then devoured his dead body. Finally, the zombie children, their hunger sated, shambled back to their orphanage.

I looked down at Jack's bones. My poor friend. If only he had touched the dark wolf. Then I noticed the objects lying beside his remains, covered in grue. The objects I had assumed were bricks. I bent down and picked one up. Not a brick, I discovered, but a book. A curious volume of terror and romance called Succubus in the City.

The zombie orphans were mindless beasts of hunger, I realized. They couldn't help what they did. But this book, this was what had killed Jack Madison Haringa!
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For Those Playing at Home [Mar. 7th, 2008|07:04 pm]
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A constantly updated list of everyone involved in Kill Jack Haringa in Your Blog Day, brought to you by pgtremblay, jplangan and myself. Let me know if I missed anyone.

Shawn Bagley: http://lokilokust.livejournal.com/168508.html
Laird Barron: http://imago1.livejournal.com/14092.html
Hannah Wolf Bowen: http://buymeaclue.livejournal.com/488448.html
Dean Cochrane: http://www.barkingaardvark.com/wordpress/?p=1359
Charles Colyott: http://golden-lotus.livejournal.com/550787.html (friendslocked)
Geoff Cooper: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=211086702&blogID=365007618
F. Brett Cox: http://parttimedriver.livejournal.com/22815.html
Charles Coleman Finlay: http://ccfinlay.livejournal.com/116837.html
Craig Shaw Gardner: http://craigshawgardner.com/blog/arama.htm
Geoffrey Goodwin: http://readingthedark.livejournal.com/25794.html
James L. Grant: http://flemco.livejournal.com/2172794.html
Marcy Italiano: http://marcy-italiano.livejournal.com/149367.html
Kelli Jones: http://kelliwithani82.livejournal.com/13570.html (friendslocked)
Me: http://nick-kaufmann.livejournal.com/378408.html
Brian Keene: http://hailsaten.blogspot.com/2008/03/killing-jack-haringa-few-weeks-ago-at.html
Michael Kelly: http://lonesome-crow.livejournal.com/217903.html
Dan Keohane: http://dankeohane.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-honor-of-kjhoyb-day-heres-little.html
Jack Ketchum: http://pgtremblay.livejournal.com/271643.html
Meghan Knierim: http://morbidmusings.livejournal.com/175635.html
Greg Lamberson: http://glamberson.livejournal.com/349734.html
John Langan: http://jplangan.livejournal.com/19864.html
Seth Lindberg: http://scanner-darkly.livejournal.com/229438.html
Livia Llewellyn: http://livia-llewellyn.livejournal.com/78732.html
Nick Mamatas: http://nihilistic-kid.livejournal.com/1070204.html
Christine Morgan: http://sabledrake.livejournal.com/461584.html
Lisa Morton: http://cinriter.livejournal.com/123074.html
Mike Oliveri: http://www.mikeoliveri.com/2008/03/07/killing-jack-haringa/
Lon Prater: http://lonfiction.livejournal.com/39071.html
Stephen Mark Rainey: http://damnedrodan.livejournal.com/10900.html
Daniel Robichaud: http://dark-towhead.livejournal.com/85790.html
Jody Rose: http://sarcobatus.livejournal.com/44850.html
Mary SanGiovanni: http://marysang.livejournal.com/101482.html
Brett Savory: http://jack-yoniga.livejournal.com/238401.html
R. Francis Smith: http://rfrancis.livejournal.com/393256.html
Lee Thomas: http://leethomas.livejournal.com/112892.html
Paul Tremblay: http://pgtremblay.livejournal.com/271976.html
John Urbancik: http://darkfluidity.livejournal.com/168868.html
Steve Vernon: http://steve-vernon.livejournal.com/188250.html
Bev Vincent: http://bev-vincent.livejournal.com/155180.html
David Niall Wilson: http://macabreink.com/fiction/in-honor-of-kill-jack-haringa-in-your-blog-day
cucumberseed (author unknown): (friendslocked)

We love you, Jack!
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