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So I put "Hawaiian" in parenthesis because if this were really a Hawaiian pizza, it'd be covered in slow-roasted pork, slices of Spam, Portuguese sausage, and a number of other mysterious delicious piggy parts with a sprinkling of green onions. I've ranted before and I'll rant again -- just putting pineapple on it doesn't make it Hawaiian. If anything, it just makes something cloyingly sweet with a chance for indigestion later. But this was a special occasion, the ending of one of our favorite TV shows, plus Mr. Wasabi loves pizza with ham and pineapple on it -- a flavor I have come to appreciate in our longterm coupledom. Instead of getting takeout, I went with a homemade pizza dough, deli ham and fresh slices of pineapple. Compromise can be delicious, and as Jack says: "We live together or die alone!" I'm sure this referenced hunger pains for cheesy pizza.
I won't get into the details of the finale. It's way too convoluted and I don't want to make the series seem daunting to those who waited until its end before Netflixing it. Overall, I thought it was fine, and it was a nice finishing touch to several years of very watchable television. Sure, there were plot holes, story imperfections, and there's still a lot of unanswered questions, but I think for the most part, it was a finale that was for the fans, to make people feel like the characters would be ok, in one alternative universe or another. And in a lot of ways, the best part of a beloved show is the subculture that forms in a series' orbit. One of the best things about the Lost finale were the special ads that were interspersed throughout the show, which I think was kinda fun. Too bad Target doesn't sell Apollo Bars.
As a bonus, I finally found the old KFC ad that was made in Hawaii to promote their own local franchise specials, done as a Lost parody. This was made during the first year of the show, and it was funny then and Cluckety-Cluck-Cluck awesome now.