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Addiction

Jeremy and I have succumbed to the addiction that is Lost, Season 1.

A friend of ours lent us the DVD set one week ago. We were skeptical at first, but decided to give it a try and watch the first episode. When it ended, we were physically unable to restrain ourselves from watching the second episode. And so on, until before we knew it we'd watched a few hours' worth of episodes in one sitting.


The thing is, we are not TV watchers. We don't have cable and the two or three channels that we get via our old-fashioned bunny ears my dad rigged up remain unwatched except for the Olympics or other special events. So I was surprised to find that we, non-TV-watchers, really enjoyed Lost. According to the friend who lent us the DVDs, that is a common sentiment. Those who don't really get into TV are fans of the show, while those who are big TV-watchers don't really like it.

Perhaps that's because each episode of Lost is basically the opposite of an episode of any given normal TV show. Each episode creates more mystery and suspense, and only resolves previous questions insofar as the answer raises more questions.

The only thing that bothers me, and I am just now getting to be able to look past it, is that the actor who plays Sayid (an Iraqi character on the show) is Indian. Did they think we just wouldn't notice? Because we do.

We're holding off on acquiring (through any means necessary) Season 2 because there are actually things we would like to accomplish this Christmas break. And then we'll need to wait for Season 3 to be released on DVD, because there is no way we can handle the commercials and waiting weeks or months between episodes. No way.

And that's how I know we're addicted.

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