Lost in Guatemala

You might be wondering why I didn't post a journal entry last night.

You see... I was working on a article about exceptionally horrendous reading habits in Guatemala, but I decided to blow it off and watch t.v. instead.

Ironic, right?

Well, if you were looking forward to the journal entry (and you were, weren't you?) then you can blame my friend Karla Droege. If, for some unfathomable reason you were relieved not to see a journal entry, then you can thank her. Either way, it's her fault.

She's the one who got me hooked on Lost, the weekly show about survivors of a plane wreck who are stranded on a beautiful yet bizarre tropical island. What is Lost? Well, if you were to throw Gilligan's Island, Lord of the Flies, and the Twilight Zone into a blender (with a dash of Jurassic Park) you'd get something approximating this strange, enthralling, and ultimately addictive program.

And of course, each Monday evening the show ends with a cliff-hanger, which means roughly 167 hours of hellish expectation until the next damn episode airs.

For those of you Lost fans out there (and you know who you are) I should clarify something. After reading the previous paragraph you were probably saying to yourself "Monday night? I think maybe Rob has Lost his mind. The show airs on Wednesday evenings!"

Well, yes. And no. If you live in the US-of-A then yep, Wednesday nights on ABC. But if you live in the Guate-ma-la then it can only be seen on an rather eclectic cable station called AXN on Monday nights.

AND, I should add... as in many things Guatemalan we're running ever-so-slightly behind in the episode count. In fact, last night I watched episode 12... whereas "up north" tomorrow's episode is, I believe, number 23. So don't you... DON'T YOU DARE... write me with a "ohmigod, can you believe that so-and-so happened last night?!?"... because for me so-and-so won't happen for another six-freaking months.

Ok, tomorrow... back to the "real world".