Proving that we’ve got our priorities straight, Laurel and I came back from central Oregon a day before we had planned so we wouldn’t miss the first episode of “Lost,” which began its second season last night.
In Camp Sherman we have peace, quiet, and no TV. Here at home we have peace, quiet, and a TV. So it was a no-brainer to drive back to Salem yesterday in time to record Lost. We weren’t disappointed.
I don’t follow the details of Lost like many fans do. Check out this discussion forum for Episode 1: “Man of Science, Man of Faith.” Americans may be falling behind the rest of the world when it comes to citizens’ scientific competency, but we must be tops at analyzing every detail of television shows.
Even if you watched the episode, you’ll learn a lot from reading the seven pages (at last count) of this forum. Apparently some people watch Lost while posting to the forum minute by minute. Others record the show, then freeze-frame their way through the hour, looking for clues to the meaning of what lies beneath the hatch.
For example, OrangeJOYGirl says:
When I was rewinding the show I discovered that the numbers are on the bottles of whatever Desmond was shooting in his arm at the beginning of the show. I have pics but I don't know how to add them. Help? But I went crazy when I saw them. This show always makes me scream like crazy every commercial break I'm like "AHHHH, now what, more mysteries!"
I share her enthusiasm for Wednesday TV night in general. The midweek television gods truly have blessed us. For “So You Think You Can Dance” just before “Lost” continues to entrance Laurel and me.
Three weeks ago I placed my bet on Blake and Melody. Since then Melody has had to weather several bottom-two-couple votes by the judges, but has stayed in the competition thanks to viewer support from fans like me. After every episode I grab a phone and dial in Melody’s number.
So far I’ve just been putting in votes for the two humans who watch her dance. As the competition grows more heated, I’ll probably throw in a vote from our dog also. Melody is a great dancer and a hottie also (Laurel believes I am more influenced by the latter characteristic than the former, which could be true).
Blake, in my opinion, is still a shoo-in for best guy dancer (in the dance world, as elsewhere, young adult males are “guys” and young adult females are “girls”). His moves are other-worldly.
Watching cable news this morning reminds me that there’s still a very real this-world, though. We have relatives who live in the Houston area. Our hearts go out to them. Hunker down and stay safe (they live north of the city, so likely aren’t in the evacuation zone).
For some disturbingly real “reality TV,” click on the I-45 North Houston freeway cameras. Some shots show the freeway jammed right now, while the Galveston causeway in the I-45 Gulf section of this web site is eerily deserted.
The storm is gathering. Hopefully it will weaken before it hits shore.
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