Lost in LOST

Lost in Lost, season 3






At a dinner party I attended a little over a week ago (three married couples and me), the conversation briefly alighted on the TV show Lost. Two of the guys are serious Lost fans, and they momentarily launched an intense discussion about something currently developing in season 5. Two vigilant wives immediately hushed them because AFN (Armed Forces Network) has yet to broadcast any of season 5 and what if this discussion became a spoiler for other followers of Lost at this party. Next, of course, we each had to confess our TV viewing habits, particularly with regard to our affiliation with Lost. Everyone admitted to following Lost except for Angela, who is Australian, by the way, and who thinks Lost is just too weird. Since I don’t have a working satellite—and haven’t had for three years now—I don’t really follow any TV show in real time; I just watch an entire season at a time on DVD.

I watched season 1 of Lost almost three years ago—courtesy of my friend Molly, who funneled the box of DVDs my way before returning them to the person she had borrowed them from—and I was hooked! As soon as season 2 made it to DVD, I added it to my Netflix queue and viewed it about six months after the season 1 experience. Maybe because I became a little impatient with some of the story lines in season 2, I never moved season 3 to the top of my Netflix queue, so it has languished behind two seasons of House, one season of American Dreams, and a goodly number of movies. (Something else you should understand about my perusing habits, though, is that the home viewing scenario tends to be feast or famine with a fair amount of famine; I can go a month at a time without watching any of my stash of Netflix movies.) In spite of all this, I have remained committed fan of Lost.

No sooner did people learn I had only watched through season 2, then—thanks to Nathan and Lindi, who hosted the party—I had a box of Lost, season 2, placed in my hands. At home I promptly dumped Lost, season 3, from my Netflix queue, but, remembering my viewing pattern established while watching seasons 1 and 2 of Lost, I refrained from actually starting season 3 for almost a week until I had a few other things in my life tidied up…one of my rarer moments of wisdom, I must say. You see, I don’t seem capable of merely watching one episode of Lost at a time. I am not allowed to start watching an episode of Lost until everything that has to be done for the night is done or, the truth is, it will not be done. I may tell myself come 7:30 or 8:00 in the evening, okay, you can watch an episode or two before bed, but there on the couch in front of the TV I remain at 10:45, still raptly entangled in the story lines of these bizarrely convoluted lives. (Realize, please, I’m in bed most school nights by 9:30 because my day starts early: The alarm sounds at 5:00am and I’m on the road to school by 5:35. Stretches of 11:00 bedtimes on school nights take their toll!)

So, the photos embedded with this blog…well, that’s where I currently reside most nights and will likely continue to while away too much of the dark hours there until I complete season 3. Grade papers? (Not even carrying them home right now.) Read books? (They’re neatly stacked on my nightstand, awaiting a more propitious timeframe.) Exercise? (Only if accomplished before I sprawl on the couch with a blanket and remote!) Blog? (I’m typing this at school because I know it will never be done if I go home first!)

NOTE: Nathan has promised me the box of DVDs for Lost, season 4, as soon as I want them.