Until 3 days ago, I was the only living person with a TV who had never seen a single episode of Lost. When it started airing, I didn’t have the time or interest, and when I had the time later, I didn’t have the motivation to catch up on a running show in the middle of season 4 or something. Then I just never bothered again. Until 3 days ago, when several factors came together.
1. I was through with Alcatraz; 13 hours lifetime I spent wondering why I watch a 1 season-cancelled show instead of Lost or Battlestar Galactica.
2. A friend warned me that BSG was pretty horrible for people with our taste.
3. I am notoriously bored, especially in summer.
Now, I have consumed the first 11 episodes of Lost and learned two things about a hugely popular piece of TV history that escaped me for years. First of all, and this may be shocking to some, I learned that Jack and Sawyer are two different people. I had been fairly sure that Sawyer is Jack’s last name. Now, I know how to keep them apart: Jack’s job on the show is to roll down hills and Sawyer’s job is to provide fan service for the estrogen brigade. Easy as pie. The second thing I learned is more confirming something I already knew about myself: I freaking hate pregnant characters, they are annoying as hell and I’m glad that blond chick was kidnapped. I hope she stays lost, pardon the pun.