Don‘t Tell Me What I Can‘t Do‪!‬ Don‘t Tell Me What I Can‘t Do!

Oh god, Jesus... we had a whole script written out, but all you need to know is that it's hot. It makes us hungry hot. It's so doggone hot that we can't run the podcast machine but twicet a month. It's too hot to do chores, so we just sit here in our own filth. We won't pay that electric company one more cent than we have to. Lord, it's hot.

Desmond has a premonition and realizes the Island is about to receive another visitor. He sets out for a camping trip with Charlie, Hurley, and Jin. Anticipating a reunion, Desmond reminisces about his first meeting with Penny Widmore.
Andrew mixes up a couple of books. Apologies to Joseph Heller.

Juliet settles in to life on the beach. She reflects on her circumstances: the sister she left in Florida, the Island on which she's being held captive, the smooth Other with whom she enjoyed a tryst, and the bug-eyed Machiavelli who now controls her life. Her reminiscence culminates in a revelation of her true mission...
M.C. and Andrew lament the lack of chyrons and consider the legacy of our favorite user-edited encyclopedia.

We're gonna take a little breakie! Gather our resolve. Splash some cold water on our collective face and come back fresh.
The plan is to resume uploading on July 6th. Maybe I'll have figured out the Apple podcast issue by then.

Will Horneff is not Will Friedle. He's also not Nate Richert.
Charlize does have a pixie cut in Mighty Joe Young, but it's curly. Also, Naveen Andrews is in that movie.
The Langoliers was adapted to a two-part television miniseries featuring David Morse and Dean Stockwell, but it's not great.
M.C. and Andrew discuss the various properties based on the novel series by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins. They also grapple with the separation of church and state.

Nikki and Paulo were up to some high jinks prior to the 815 crash. On Island, they grapple over a sack of diamonds before meeting their chilling end. M.C. and Andrew chat video editing and discover a spell to remove someone's socks.
I have a bag of jewels for you. They're jewels, Betty, they're jewels. I got them all for you.