Misplaced

Managing to successfully navigate my way through the first nine or ten episodes of Lost, I find myself reflecting. Having seen the first five before (twice!) mining new ground (finally!) is a bit of a relief, although not much of one, based on the utter lack of developments. As I have an (admittedly cursory) understanding of what will unfold over the next 100 episodes, I have to admit: I still don't know why this show survived more than one year on the air.

Funny story: while searching for fresh drinking water, Jack falls over a cliff, to be rescued by Locke. While Locke is saving Jack's bacon, a stream is clearly visible at the bottom of the chasm. Hmmmm...

The name CHRISTian SHEPHERD and his empty coffin (cough*tomb*cough) is not amusing. Or clever. And neither is any of the "John Locke" "Hume" "Rousseau" "Famous Philosopher" crap.

I am willing to endure onwards for some time, waiting to see what comes once they actually get around to telling their damn story. And I recognize the challenging difficulty of getting a story with so many characters off the ground, so I'm feeling very generous despite my generally negative attitude towards their stupidity. I'll take it for its' good points, and I won't forgive its' shortcomings. This show has too much hype, it's too much of a sacred cow to take seriously.

Watching Too Much Television

The Lostathon begins today. The damn show is over now, so I just have to avoid spoilers long enough to watch all 6 seasons on ABC's website. It's very considerate of them to do so. I'm sure it makes them lots of money.

As I've just finished watching four seasons of 24 (Days 4-7), it's a bit like my mind is going to start leaking from my ears. Still, it's my current intention to liveblog at least some of what I think about Lost, particularly since I need to be online to watch it anyway.

More to come certainly, but for now, let's all muse on this: No one in Los Angeles has apparently taken a course on CPR. Ever.