Lost
I said after Firefly went off the air that I was never going to watch television again, not that I watched much anyway. And I haven't. I still don't own a television and never have.
And I was in denial about watching television, but really, I'm doing it.
I'm talking, of course, about Lost.
Last weekend, I drove out to Dunbar, which is a sunny town on the Scottish coast, home of an ancient port and fish landing and also two of my favorite people, David and Jaime Calder. They had invited me out to come and stay, have a bit of dinner and play with Thomas a bit, drink some fantastic wine and chew the fat.
For Christmas, Jaime had bought David the first twelve episodes of Lost on DVD. He talked the series up a bit and then loaned them to me.
I respect David's opinion, so if he said it was worth watching, I figured I'd give it a try.
Whoah. What a ride! I sat down to watch the pilot on my Mac last Tuesday night, with the intention of watching just one episode, blogging a bit then getting some sleep.
At 0730 the next morning, the caffeine jitters were kicking in and I was tooling around the web seeing where I could download the thirteenth episode, having just watched all twelve in sequence, cursing my beloved Mac every four episodes for not being able to eject a DVD more rapidly.
It really is that good. The character development is unparalleled, the plot is spooky but suspension of disbelief is possible, what the Hell are polar bears doing on a tropical Island and was that a piece of construction equipment or a monster?
I'm loving the show; long may it continue.