lost, not a slave

I refuse to be a slave to television.

There is nothing I hate worse, than HAVING to be at home on a certain day or night, at a certain time, to watch some stupid tv show. I have seen too many lives lost to the bube-tube. Too many people, rotting their minds away behind the tv screen, begging for more even as we drool away all of our sanity. When I say that I hate television with a passion, I mean it.

About a year and a half ago or so, I got Lost. I bought the first season of Lost on DVD a few months before that, I had heard so much about it, and it intrigued me. And I got hooked. To my mind, it is the best-written drama series ever put on television.

But I refuse to watch it on tv.

Since I bought, and watched, that first season on DVD, I have bought the next four seasons, and watched all but Season 5. And I have never, ever, watched an episode on tv. The only thing I watch on tv, besides the odd religious show, is hockey, and I tape that on my Digital Recorder and watch it later (that way, I can forward through the commercials, and get done much quicker).

I waited until Seaosn 6 had already started airing on tv, before delving into the Season 5 DVDs. That way, I will not be a slave to the tv. This way, I keep my independance, I make my own choices, and I live my life the way that I choose to (not the way some station executive chooses for me).

Season 6 of Lost has started. And I have opened my DVDs of Season 5. I am now 5 episodes in. I had to MAKE myself stop watching, to take a break, a breather; it is that good of a show.

I may be Lost, but I am a free man, not a slave.

Season 6 of Lost is to be the last season of the show. The DVD will come out in October, most likely. And, when it does, I will watch Season 6; on my time, in my way. Because I am free.

Lost, but free.