Lost. Is what my family has become to this series, which features thunderous, ominous, rumbling music every ten minutes with a polar bear leaping up and biting your face off right in your family room. Every 10 minutes.
My blogger friend Cindy has posted many times how much she loves it, and my RL friend Cindy owned the first season, so ... due to the hypnotic influence of the Cindys, I had to see what it was like, but I put off watching it until I knew I would not be flying in the near future.
It reminds me a little of Uncharted by Angela Hunt. And coincidentally, "Hunt" happens to be the surname of one of the Cindys, so I'm suspicious that I'm in a surreal plotted moment in time myself, like the Lost cast. In fact, at work today, the blustery wind outside made a terrible rumbling noise inside, which almost made me turn around and stab my boss with an Xacto knife in .25 seconds, which is what Kate on Lost would certainly do if she were a secretary. And then I'd have a flashback.
This weekend, my family spent a lot of time in our big, hollow family room with wooden floors and terrible acoustics that causes everything we watch to sound like it's being broadcast in Xtreme Ultimate Surround Sound, especially polar bear growls and Yorkshire Terrier barks. So this really adds a lot of ambiance every time a character screams or the bear runs at you at 60 miles an hour and bites your face off.
My college freshman son, Joe Cool, who is STILL on break, has become addicted. He can no longer wait for the rest of us to watch with him, so he is now ahead of us. He is really into this show because his interests lie in EMT-type stuff (lifeguard who wants to be a physical therapist) and in loud noises and wild boars that pierce your thigh with their tusks.
So I sat down here to check my mail, and he was lying on the sofa watching. All of a sudden, the episode came to a shocking, cliff-hanger conclusion (the only kind Lost has) and before I could react with an "Oh, my!" he bolted straight up and shouted, "OH---JUNK!" (an inarticulate yet creative conglomeration of interjections) and looked around the room as if to say, "Did you see THAT?" which, of course, no one did, and seeing that Joe Cool had completely lost his cool, I CRACKED UP.
So now he is just "Joe." And we are all lost, thanks to Lost, and the Two Cindys.