Gettin' Lost in Lost

With our kids staying at Nana's for spring break, Mark and I are doing what any married couple would do with a week's worth of free evenings: re-watching the first season of Lost.

We didn't watch Lost when it first came out. We wanted to, but it came on at 8:00, which is pretty much a death-knell for people with young kids and no DVR. Then it switched to a much more agreeable 9:00 time slot, but we had missed the first season, and had no clue what was going on. So we opted to watch the first two seasons on DVD, and were all caught up for season three. (Watching episode after episode on DVD is a vastly different viewing experience than being forced to live with a weekly fix - it was a difficult transition.)

But now here were are, deep in the throws of season four every Thursday night, and season one every night this week. Some things that we've noticed this second time around:

• The guy who played the pilot in the pilot now plays Partman on Heroes. Who knew?
• Sawyer is seen sitting on the beach reading that letter in the very first episode.
• Kate and Jack have a witty banter going about Jack's tattoo.
• The bodies they find in the cave have a bag with one black and one white stone inside.

Funny how when you don't know what's going on, you don't notice things. Like the first time through, I thought Locke was just a creepy old man. Now I know what he was trying to make sense of. And remember when you thought Sun didn't know what anyone was saying? What great show.

If I ever survive a plane crash and get stranded somewhere, I'd want Locke and Sayid in charge.

I have a friend at work who reads up on all the theories about what's going on. The leading contender now is that they are actually on the inside of the earth, in some "mirror moon" world. And the smoke monster appears whenever someone in the real world does something to invade the inside of the earth, like digging a whole or, well, digging a whole. I like hearing the theories, but am content to wonder "What the heck was that about" every week, just knowing that when it all wraps up, it'll all make sense. Or at least it better. I'll be severely chapped if it doesn't.