Lost over Thanksgiving
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving break. Probably the best I've had, considering that friends were out of town or working or not available for online games. I actually spent a good portion of the weekend with my parents, something that I didn't think would necessarily be an "entertaining" time, since the majority of the time I do spend with them is spent watching Faux News and our only conversation being based around what supposed ills are being thrown on society. It's exhausting, a lot of the time. But not so this weekend.
I accidentally got my parents addicted to Lost.
Honestly, it was an accident. I had decided that I was going to rewatch all of Lost in its entirety, as a way of preparing for the sixth and final season (which premieres in February, wheee!). While waiting for the entire series to be delivered on the 8th, I ordered the first three Blu-ray discs from Netflix with the thought of watching them over the Thanksgiving break since most of the people I hang out with were, as mentioned above, working, busy or gone. My brother always insults Lost...I don't think he gets it. I say this not as a slight or to demean him in any way, but sometimes subtleties are lost on him and he has no patience for things that aren't explicitly spelled out to him. He has many, many strengths (some of which I completely envy and wish I had), but this is not one of them. So whenever the subject of Lost is brokered, he immediately insults it, calling it "Gilligan's Island" among other, less pleasant, things. Meanwhile, my parents have asked about it but have taken what Chris said as gospel so I thought I'd show them the first episode so they could see what it was about.
When the episode was over, my mom looked at me, her eyes wide and said, "You brought more, right?"
So, our Thanksgiving was planned out rather spontaneously. After eating at Mimi's Café (my mom understandably didn't want to cook after we made an impromptu early Thanksgiving dinner when my brother was still in town), we went back to their home, watched Star Trek and then watched the rest of the first disc of Lost. I then went over on Saturday and we watched all of disc two and most of the third disc, only to return on Sunday to watch the final two episodes on disc three. They are officially hooked. I'm curious to see how they will handle the series after the first season, when its intent turns from plain ol' survival on a weird island and goes into less tangible and more mythos-related seasons. It does get weird, but I've always found it to be grounded in great characters and interesting theories. I don't know if that'll be enough for my parents. I have more hope for my mom, since she loves bizarre stories. Not sure if it'll hold my dad's interest. It'll depend on how invested he is in the characters, I think. I'm afraid he'll start to take on my brothers' feelings toward it. But we'll see.
Right now, I'm just enjoying the fact that I have something to do with my parents. It was the first time I had a really, really great time with them in a long time. So for that, I'm grateful.
I accidentally got my parents addicted to Lost.
Honestly, it was an accident. I had decided that I was going to rewatch all of Lost in its entirety, as a way of preparing for the sixth and final season (which premieres in February, wheee!). While waiting for the entire series to be delivered on the 8th, I ordered the first three Blu-ray discs from Netflix with the thought of watching them over the Thanksgiving break since most of the people I hang out with were, as mentioned above, working, busy or gone. My brother always insults Lost...I don't think he gets it. I say this not as a slight or to demean him in any way, but sometimes subtleties are lost on him and he has no patience for things that aren't explicitly spelled out to him. He has many, many strengths (some of which I completely envy and wish I had), but this is not one of them. So whenever the subject of Lost is brokered, he immediately insults it, calling it "Gilligan's Island" among other, less pleasant, things. Meanwhile, my parents have asked about it but have taken what Chris said as gospel so I thought I'd show them the first episode so they could see what it was about.
When the episode was over, my mom looked at me, her eyes wide and said, "You brought more, right?"
So, our Thanksgiving was planned out rather spontaneously. After eating at Mimi's Café (my mom understandably didn't want to cook after we made an impromptu early Thanksgiving dinner when my brother was still in town), we went back to their home, watched Star Trek and then watched the rest of the first disc of Lost. I then went over on Saturday and we watched all of disc two and most of the third disc, only to return on Sunday to watch the final two episodes on disc three. They are officially hooked. I'm curious to see how they will handle the series after the first season, when its intent turns from plain ol' survival on a weird island and goes into less tangible and more mythos-related seasons. It does get weird, but I've always found it to be grounded in great characters and interesting theories. I don't know if that'll be enough for my parents. I have more hope for my mom, since she loves bizarre stories. Not sure if it'll hold my dad's interest. It'll depend on how invested he is in the characters, I think. I'm afraid he'll start to take on my brothers' feelings toward it. But we'll see.
Right now, I'm just enjoying the fact that I have something to do with my parents. It was the first time I had a really, really great time with them in a long time. So for that, I'm grateful.