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Happy Last LOST Tuesday!

Image by Mark Bodnar, via Jordi’s Blues (in Spanish)

Tonight is the very last LOST Tuesday!  After tonight, all we have left is Sunday’s finale, otherwise known as “the time during which anyone who interrupts my quality time with the television runs a severe risk of sudden, immediate and painful death”.  We’ve said goodbye to Sun and Jin in the island reality, but who will be next? 

I’m fairly sure Jack, Sawyer, and Kate make it to the last episode, but it remains to be seen if Hurley survives to the end.  Next to Sawyer (<3<3<3), Hurley has always been and remains to be my next favorite character.  He’s lovable, hilarious, and kind.  Also, he hurls Hot Pockets when startled (Maybe that’s where he got his nickname, really).

I’ll be the first to admit, I once was a Lost hater.  I didn’t start watching until between seasons 4 and 5, when I caught the “enhanced” version of the season 4 finale on repeat on TV.  It interested me, so I got on Hulu and started from the beginning.  I watched all of season 1 in a day, obsessively clicking to the next episode.  I’m to the point that I even have a cool little widget for my Macbook’s Dashboard that is the computer from the hatch.  All it does is count down, then every 108 minutes you have to type in the numbers.  It makes me laugh.

Some might call me obsessed.  I’ve watched every episode now, some more than once.  I cried when Charlie, Sun, and Jin died.  The background on my computer’s desktop has read “4 8 15 16 23 42” for the past two years.  I’d even argue that at this point Lost has surpassed Twin Peaks as my all time favorite television show.  It had all the perfect elements to hook me: gorgeous men running around shirtless on a beautiful island, shadowy companies guarding their secrets, magic, inexplicable polar bears, quantum physics, leaders with questionable morals and even more questionable motives, numbers stations, smoke monsters, and about seventeen thousand times more questions than answers.   I probably won’t watch the series again for awhile, but I really can’t wait to take it off the shelf in ten years and return to the island.  Like Jacob, I don’t want to leave the island and come back to the real world, which, in my case, means far, far worse television.  I’ll miss you, Lost, when you’re over on Sunday.

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