So, we’ve been watching Lost on DVD. First week it was Season 1, now we’re nearly through Season 2. 200 minutes each night, which works out to five episodes back to back. It’s a lot of fucking Lost, but fun has ensued.
Example: every time someone on the show says the word “lost,” we are obliged to drink. Whenever Hurley says “dude.” Also, whenever Sawyer calls someone by a nickname (e.g. “Jabba,” “Tokyo Rose” or–sigh–”Freckles”).
It’s a little incongruous playing TV drinking games with the children, but hey, it helps them sleep.
I kid!
Though, Lost saturation has provided some good lake convo:
Jason: “If we’re evah goin’ ta get off this boat, yer gonna hafta die, Collie.”
