Alright, I wasn’t even through my first gulp of my scorpian bowl (a big bowl of booze at a Chinese restaurant for you unsophisticated drinkers) the other night when my ears perked up to a conversation in the booth behind me. A woman was telling her friends about the recent discovery of another beached Montauk monster. And from the sound of her voice she was really excited and going into detail about the incident to her buddies. Now obviously I don’t know if she knew about the previous case which that space-pig-alien-looking thing turned out to be your average raccoon. But, it got me thinking about the big story that every once an a while I would stumble upon, the story of the Montauk Project. This is a story so grandiose, I think on some levels it actually makes Roswell, Area 51, and alleged underground base at Dulce look more like Little Red Riding Hood. I mean I’m telling ya, you throw in the smoke monster, sprinkle in a little Benjamin Linus and Dharma Initiative  and you got yourself one hell of a final season of Lost.

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