Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The thing about Lost...

Lost makes me feel smart.  Like in last night's episode, I noticed that the numbers corresponding to the last remaining "candidates" were Jugo's lottery numbers.  OK, hurray for me, but what does that mean?  For the first few seasons, whenever something like that happened, Rachel or I would say, "Oh, I get it."  But somewhere in the middle of the fifth season, we started following that with, "Wait, what do I get?"

We get nothing.  But it FEELS like we do.  

It's like this mental spreadsheet that keeps growing in our head and became unmanageable somewhere in the middle of Season 3, but we just keep adding to it because we've got so much effort put in to it already.

Also, I may have mentioned this before here.  And it requires an f-bomb.  And I have to say it again - I fucking hate time travel.  But I am putting up with it.