Lost and found

Oh my goodness, I've just discovered Lost, and have been devouring it feverishly- I watched it solidly from 3am to now; bloody insomnia. I have nasty periods where I can't sleep- plus, i'm getting used to sleeping alone again; its a big transition, and I don't like it one bit. Although, i'm the first to acknowledge that waking up alone will be fabulous- once I get the sleep thing down to a T once more- its a fine art. But back the main topic- Lost. How scary were the first four episodes? Loud noises, crazy women, big but as yet unseen monsters, screaming people, and not a little suspense.
Although we here, of the House of Scepticism, aren't entirely sure how valid a touch the Polar bear was.
On a similar theme, in a flat full of students studying useless subjects, how well adjusted would we be in a similar situation? We have; one English student (the frightfully eloquent author of this piece), one Physics student, one Philosophy and two Drama students- I think its safe to say we'd be utterly useless.
Also, how hot is the guy who plays Boone? This was a unanimous decision, we all love him- Jack was also popluar, but to a lesser degree (four to one, them to me).
Hailing back to an earlier post, I bought us replacement cups today; they're fabulous. Made of tin, they came with a guarantee that proved correct. These cups are practically immortal, they don't smash, even when dropped from great heights- as proven by extensive testing.* By some alchemy, they also look cool and come in a varity of colours, complete with polka dot print.
So, the plant pots can go back to the work they were designed for**- but we'll have to buy some plants first. And maybe organise a watering rota, and impose rules on visitors as to what they're allowed to give it. No boiling tea or coffee, or the deadly concotion thats recently been doing the rounds, guinness, champagne, and vodka- this wouldn't be necessary, but at the last party we held on these premises, the venus fly trap in the bathroom died a gruesome death- alcohol poisoning was the final consensus.

* Not that it was me who dropped one from a sixth floor apartment window, but it was this freak occurance that enables me to inform the world and prospective buyers of such marvellous workmanship, that while they may not smash, they do dent. A little.

** and the Freakishly Maternal lady can have her baby cup back. Not that this was ever used, but did cause much amusement to visitors (bastards).