No show in the history of television has captured my imagination like LOST.

I don’t care what else is happening on a new LOST night, I’ll be sitting in front of my television, ready to catch any nugget of revelatory information the new episode cares to throw my way. This season being the last, I suspect the revelations to be flying at me like record deals for the Pants on the Ground guy.

LOST is the kind of show who’s attention requirement breeds a desire to discuss it with others. For as long as I’ve known Noah wasn’t a viewer, I’ve been attempting to sell him on the virtues of the show. His reservations have always been those as expressed above. Where he sees a barrier to entry, however, I see a giant fountain of deliciously unseen content. I had to wait a week or more between fresh episodes, he has 5 seasons of fresh (to him) content available.

What a lucky guy.