11 February, 2009

get lost...

I'm not sure if I'm happy about Lost coming to an end, or sad.
For those of you who don't know what Lost is, I feel bad for you. Its a fantantisc show on tv. It's kinda of like Gilligans Island crossed with the Twilight Zone.
Not since the Fresh Prince of Bel Air have I been so hooked on a show that I would run home to catch it.
I find myself in long conversations about the origins of Charles Widmore's anger towards Ben and the others, or why Jack grew such an atrocious beard. What really happened to Claire, and was the island built, or did it simply appear one day.
Before catching the Lost bug, I thought no more of the fans of the series than I did of a Dundgens and Dragons player or someone who memorized the R Kelly Trapped in a Closet videos. But ever since I watched three seasons of Lost in a couple weeks, I tell you I have been a converted man. Its truly a brilliant show, and I don't care who hears me say it. If you have any extra time on your hands I suggest locking the doors, pulling the shades on the windows, unhooking the phone, and letting yourself fall into a "L-hole".
So again, I don't know if I'm happy about getting my life back from being completely engulfed with Lost like I was trapped on the island myself, or if I'm sad to know that reality isn't going to be quite as fun without the smoke monsters, random skips through time, and Darhma Intiative crackers...

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