DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

This is a golf course in Oakland, not a scene from Lost.

Since it's inception in 2004 the sci-fi television show Lost has been a part of my year. With a mind-bending fourth season, it's the first show since Arrested Development that my friends and I have been able to geek out over. This season, which culminated last night, took the possibility of television narrative further and further. The Lost universe's capacity for surprise made it an exciting group event. For most of the season, we'd gather in the living room armed with beverages a list of rules conceived before each episode. Should a rule occur on screen, the group would take a drink. For the three hour finale we played a season's-worth of rules at once. It was fun. They were:

Sawyer nicknames. Befuddlement. Water. The word "ship." "Oceanic Flight 815." New character. "Oceanic 6." Sarcasm. Blood. Questions answered. Tanktop. Gun pulled. Hugo fucks up. "Dude." Locke disagrees. Desmond says "brutha." Red phone. Dharma Beer. Alcohol. Question avoided. Someone gets the shit beat out of them. Sayid threatens someone. Song. Ben talking. Faraday twitches. Ads for Eli Stone. Ben discourages someone. Baby information. Mythbuster. New danger. One liner into commercial break. New technology. Blades. Cleavage. "Waaaaalt!" Throwing things. Kissing. Ties. Evidence that supports timelooptheory.com. Lapidus saves a life. Celebrity cameo. Rose. Walkie talkies.

Download "Cath..." by Death Cab For Cutie. It has this one riff that is just... just download it!