As has been previously mentioned on this blog, Dan and I, largely due to the influence of my baby sister Audrey, are now "Lost" fanatics. I don't know what crack cocaine addiction is like, but I'm pretty sure this show is the television viewing equivalent of it.

This is all well and good so long as I'm getting my fix. But tonight, the third season of "Lost" premiered. And do you know what I'm not doing right now? Cowering in fear and cursing some new mystery that puts an unexpected twist on the new season. I'm not doing that because even though our Tivo recorded Lost for us, Dan refuses to watch it with me!

This is because Dan has developed this theory that it would be better, nay, The Right Thing to Do, to wait until we have about 4 hours of the show saved up and then watch it all at one sitting. That way, we don't have to deal with commercials or the suspense of not knowing what happens from week to week. This kind of random arrival at an unalterable opinion over something relatively trivial is something that Dan does from time to time, (remember this?) and I'm used to it. But now it's getting between me and my show. So I'm resorting to drastic measures.

If you watched the season premiere of Lost last night, I want you to call Dan at least once over the next few days (I"ll give you his contact information if you don't have it) and tell him one thing that happened on the show. Don't even bother to identify yourself. Just spill the beans and hang up. My hope is that he'll crack and watch the Tivo version with me tomorrow night and we can join the ranks of normal people who must rearrange their lives so that they can watch a ridiculous show that probably has no satisfying conclusion. Because that's the Right Thing to Do.