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lost and confused

Hi. I’m Jonathan and I am addicted to LOST. I tried to avoid it. I tried to not get involved. I sat watching people like Ken talk about watching Lost and having his Lost Parties and such. I stayed away for a whole season plus a couple more shows. Then I had to go read about coded numbers and symbols and hidden links on strange websites, and then it was all over. In the past three days I have watched half of the first season, and have recordings of all of the episodes up to this point. I can’t stop myself now. I watched the first ten minutes of the first episode and then knew I was completely hooked. It has now become my official favoirte show.

Speaking of things I do, today I went to the park. It was a nice day, and I happened upon this park a couple of weeks ago and felt like today was a day to grab a book and a camera and spend some time in the out of doors. As I go about my life, doing the various things I do, and going the various places I go, I usually have a list of things (even if subconsciously) that I expect to see and things that I do not expect to see. On the list of things unexpected during my visit to a park in downtown Melbourne, you would almost certainly find roosters. You would of course expect plenty of normal fowl wabbling about: geese, ducks, craine, etc. Roosters are not expected. And yet there we were: me, my book, and a rooster. I went about my business of reading, and the rooster went about his business of faithfully proclaiming the coming of dawn at exactly 3:37, 3:46, 3:47, 3:55, and 4:15. PM not AM of course, because I am not alive at 4:15AM. I think he must have been confused.