CALL ME SNAKE

Several people have expressed shock when I mention that I still watch “Lost,” as if that were so passe. (It’s also surprising because I don’t watch TV, but that’s another matter.) My 16-year-old niece laughed at me. “It was OK in the beginning but that show is so over,” she said. “It’s well beyond toast.” Her words and those of others were enough to shake my confidence in my own judgment. So I put the question to a friend, a local writer/editor/publisher/impressario who was, at least at one time, a “Lost” fan. (In fact, he’s the guy who turned me on to the show during the summer rerun period after the first season had concluded.) Does the fact that I still like “Lost” make me a loser, I asked. “If you’re a loser, count ___ & I in as well for we feel that, if anything, the show has gotten better,” he replied. The Boston Globe TV critic said today that he’ll be sorry to see the season end because, in his words, the show “has been on a roll.” After tonight’s season finale, the show will go into hiatus until February 08. Then members of the loser’s club that I belong to will become truly lost souls. Each of us will, somehow, have to muster up a life of our own–one that does not involve worrying about “the others.”