Next week I will be dedicating an unhealthy amount of time to watch the extras on the new Lost Season 1 DVD set. The divisional and wild card races in baseball are also getting down to the wire, and my team is right in the heat of things. So it’s safe to say that until October, I will be a vidiot. To top things off, the second season of Lost debuts in a few weeks, plus Alias and Survivor: Guatemala. Have I mentioned that TiVo is my best friend?

As I child, I thought it was odd that my parents referred to our TV as the Boob Tube.  I can tell you with great certainty that I’ve still never seen a television remotely shaped like one.


I mourned the end of Six Feet Under like it was my own family heading down that road with Claire. The last time I responded this way to a TV show was when Jimmy Smits died on NYPD Blue. I imagine that the good folks at Kleenex report higher sales during series’ and season finales. Alan Ball is a genius, and SFU ranks as one of my top three television shows. Ever. I can’t recall any other shows, or movies for that matter, that have affected me to the point where I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night  pondering the characters’ lives like they were personal friends of mine.


I pre-ordered the first season of Lost on DVD, and I am just nutty enough to watch all of the episodes in a row (without commercial interruption, thank you very much) before the new season starts in September. Here are the reasons I love this show: it is a tremendously fresh premise, it unfolds very creatively, and there are layers upon layers of literary and cultural references and mysteries, all open to many interpretations. Needless to say, I await the second season premiere with a tad too much anticipation.