Toastkitten

Well let's just get this out of the way at the beginning:

WHAT THE HELL!

Right. Now I can proceed. I just had to get that off my chest because I still don't know why the writers have a) shoved the stupid Weiss/Nadia pairing (aka WADIA) down our throats all season, then b) proceeded to give Dix and Chase a torrid affair - OFF SCREEN and then c) give us about 45 minutes of a good ep spread across two bloody hours, so that d) we only have a one hour season finale next week while all the other shows get two hours. And by "all the other shows", I really only mean 24 and LOST, since that's all I watch on network these days. AGAAAAAAH!

So now that the complaining is almost finished, I will say that I enjoyed some of what went on last night. I did laugh out loud a few times at the whole Vaughn asking Jack's permission sequence and also the rough sex comment fully audible on comms (HA!). It was fun to see Lena Olin again. Of course she looked fabulous and I really enjoyed the scene where she and Jack have that slow dance on what looked like the set of the Titanic... Also loved, loved, loved the secret stairwell smooch between our favorite - though never seen - interoffice romance (Dixon and Director Chase)! But come on, I can't be the only die hard fan who is having just a little bit of trouble buying this stuff!? Clifford, The Big Red Ball, hovering over some Russian city? The whole stupid third Derevko Sister plot (I do love Sonia and she does look terrific, but I think her story line is La La La Lame). Also, after waiting half the season for more Angela, we finally get her all over this ep but there is no real understanding of what or who her character IS.

OK. Now the complaining is really over. Now comes the musing.
The last three weeks this show has been all over the map. Some good stuff but also lots weird stuff, non-continuity and gore. Which begs the question: If this was season 4, what on earth do they have in store for us next season when JG is all preggers and we are thrust into the never-never-land of Thursday nights when no one will be watching except, well, me.
YIKES.

PS I still miss Roberts. They should never have killed him off.