Four TV seasons ago, Ryan got hooked on Lost. We watched the first episode together, maybe even the second, and then I completely tuned out. It was too complicated, too weird, and quite frankly, a little creepy. And anyone who knows me knows I don't like to be scared by TV.
I quit watching. But Ryan was hooked. So, for four years it's been one of the two shows that we don't watch together. (I watch ER and Ryan doesn't.)
We watch a fair number of shows -- all one-hour dramas. And ever since Austin was old enough to comprehend images on TV, we only watch our shows after he goes to bed. Meaning we watch one, maybe two shows a night. So having two shows that we didn't want to watch with each other means the PVR is constantly filling up while each of us waits for an opportunity to watch our show when the other isn't around.
For me, it isn't too difficult, with mat leaves and such. But for Ryan, Lost would sit on the PVR for months. In fact, I think he watched the season 4 finale from May in October.
So, partly to reduce the amount of shows we were storing on our PVR and partly out of curiousity; when Lost returned this January, I opted to watch too. Before the season premiere, I settled into the one-hour recap clip show, in hopes that four seasons of a confusing TV show would make sense.
And then we sat down to watch the premiere. And it sort of creeped me out. And I sort of got hooked anyway. But with every episode, at least two or three times, I've had to look over at Ryan and say 'who's that?' or 'huh?'. I felt better when a couple of times, the answer was 'I don't know'.
So, I guess I'm officially lost in Lost now. It's a good thing ER is in its final season because I don't know when I'm going to find the tme to watch it anymore.