Lost Fucked Me Over

If you're not familiar with the TV show Lost (which I have occasional dreams about - one of which was last week), then you should leave Boring Internet and never come back. I'm serious. You're banned from the site forever.*

If, however, you are familiar with the show, then fantastic! Ideally, you should be familiar enough to know the full dialogue of every episode by heart, know all the ins-and-outs of the show and everything in canon, major theories fitting with that canon, an awesome knowledge of all the literary links present in the show, and you should ideally be able to provide a dead-on impression of one of the characters; preferably not Daniel Faraday, as he is my claim to fame.

While phoning a company last week to follow up about something I had called for as part of my job (getting paid soon, woot!), I had to ask for someone whose first name was Christian, and whose surname started with S - I won't give that out, obviously. I can tell you, though, that his surname was not Shephard, making his name Christian Shephard, the apparently-dead-but-seemingly-living-on-the-island-and-talking-for-Jacob father to Jack in Lost.

This, however, did not stop me asking for Christian Shephard when I phoned the company, before promptly trying to kick myself in the head for being such a Lost-addict that I used the character's name in place of my real life contact.

What is more embarrassing is that, a moment before I made the call, I had noticed the similarity in the names and told myself not to call him Christian Shephard. This failed.

* Don't actually leave the site please.

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