Sebastian had been watching Lost since the series started. Note the past tense. What happened? Well, me.
I didn’t watch Lost. I didn’t ban him from watching Lost, he just opted not to watch without me. So he DVR’d it while I’d leave the room since he didn’t want me to see “current” (i.e. Season 4) episodes without knowing the back story. He did have all of Season 5 on DVR until we needed the space for something else. So I deleted without him ever getting to watch.
But we got Netflix last month just so I could catch up. We’ve been watching and will receive the last two discs for Season 2 tomorrow. That means I should be starting Season 3 by the end of the weekend.
No, we won’t quite be done before the final season begins, but we’ll be close enough that we just have to record a few episodes. With that said, I have found the absolute perfect accessory for the ultimate Lost final season viewing party. A polar bear television. I mean, it’s a polar bear. How perfect can you get? I guess options like wild boar and black stallion would also make fine Lost accessories, but they wouldn’t be nearly as cuddly as a polar bear television.
All of that said, here are my thoughts on Lost through the first 40 episodes:
- I was sad when Boone died. I was sadder when I saw a photo of the actor that looks like he’s bulimic now. (His cheeks are so far sunken in that you notice the sheer width of his jaw bone before you ever notice those big blue eyes.)
- I didn’t really care when Shannon died, other than to be sad for Sayid.
- And Ana Lucia, OMG, kill her now. Every time she’s been on screen since she was introduced (other than the very first bar scene), I have yelled that she needs to die soon. If the mystery island would somehow create a giant hole that would eat her up, I would be happy.
- I kind of like Rousseau.
- Also, as much as I don’t normally go for the standard Hollywood hottie (my main crushes: Jeff Goldblum & Billy Zane), Sawyer’s body is just amazing. Make that man take off his shirt more.