Things have been quiet here lately in Melz World, and I'm a bit ashamed to admit why.
Well, not really. I don't know what has possessed me, but I've started watching Lost this week.
From the beginning.
Did y'all realize that this show is currently in its FIFTH season? That means I have FIVE seasons to catch up on. All my spare computer time this week has been taken up with watching past episodes online.
I'm more than halfway through the first season, y'all.
Now, Jason has mocked me. He's all, "You do realize they get off the island, and then they go back to the island, and …" (This is where I stick my fingers in my ear and I'm all "La la la I can't HEAR you!")
He's gleaned this bit of knowledge from an episode we caught the last few minutes of the other night. Yes, I know that they get off the island. Yes, I know they go back.
No, I don't need any more spoilers right now!
I know the plotlines are probably going to go from the ridiculous to the sublime. I don't care. It's good enough right now, and that's good enough for me.
It's just that sometimes, when I'm on a couple-hour marathon, I kind of wonder to myself, what have I gotten myself into?
I'm hooked, and I have to know what's going to happen to these characters next. It's hopeless. I'm a LOST cause.
Lost, I wish I could quit you!.