My LOST life

I never understood why people love watching television. When someone would tell me about the previous night’s Law & Order, I’d wonder why they wasted so much time with television. Wouldn’t they rather do something creative instead?

In college that thought became “Why would you waste your time in front of a television, when you could waste your time in front of a beer bong, getting wasted?”

My mind has been inundated with 75 years of academic scholarship, which attempted to convince me that popular culture’s only purpose is to hegemonize the proletariat. It was easy for me to believe, because I’d never been a TV fan.

This changed when I was cold lampin’ around my parent’s house. I’d just returned from a trip to South America when a friend came over with LOST Season 1 DVDs. I was skeptical. I told him I had better things to do. He knew that I didn’t. He turned on the DVD. I watched 25 hours in three days.

LOST won me over.

By the time 815’s survivors from the front of the plane met the survivors from the back, I’d moved back to my old college town. I didn’t have a TV, but a friend gave me his key so I could watch episodes while he was at class. I’d invite people over to have LOST parties in his living room.

Around the time the Others watched 815 crash, I was living in Mexico. I had one fear before moving to Mexico, and it was that I might not be able to watch LOST. To my luck, I was able to buy an iTunes season pass. Watching abroad helped me keep up on gossip with friends in the United States. LOST helped cure homesickness.

I left Mexico before the season ended. I took a trip up the Pacific coast. I watched episodes in Portland and Kelowna. I screeched at the top of my lungs from a motel room in Yreka when I realized the last episode was a flash-forward.

I watched the helicopter crash with friends in North Hollywood. By the time we met Kevin Johnson, I was living in Brooklyn.

I watched the first episode of the fifth season at my parent’s house, after returning from another trip to South America. I watched episodes in San Francisco, Seattle, London, Heidelberg and Lower Manhattan. Season Five ended 2 days before I signed a lease for an apartment in Los Angeles.

I’ve moved around a lot during these past five seasons. I guess you could say that LOST has been my constant. And now, I truly understand what it means to love watching television.

Now I can't get enough television. I love it all, but specifically LOST, infoMania, SuperNews!, Vanguard, and The Rotten Tomatoes Show.

My editor made me add that.

This post is also on the Comedy blog - with all sorts of crazy Easter eggs (read: hyperlinks to LOST-pedia) http://su.pr/978YkT