We’ve become slightly-addicted to Lost at our house recently. Well, my husband has become addicted, and I’ve been traveling so much over the past month that it is really interfering with his ability to get his fix.
I like Lost, to be sure. I like it much better than a somewhat similar long-arc drama on Fox, Prison Break. PB started out well enough (and there’s some reward of eye-candy), but there’s no emotional pay-off. Its just one bad thing after another. After a while I felt so tense anticipating the next bad thing that I just gave up.
So we’re into Season 2 of Lost, and there’s an important reunion of two characters, and some real emotional payoff.
Me: See, that’s what I like about Lost versus Prison Break. There’s a payoff for all of this struggle. There are real moments of redemption for all of this struggle.
Alan: Wow, you’re such a slave to narrative.
Me: I’m a Christian, honey. We’re all about narrative.
Alan: QED.
Hopefully the amazing work and life stress issues will calm down a bit and and I write a bit about what I’m reading.