It’s the Linkmeister’s fault I’m now addicted to Lost, another creation of that evil genius, JJ Abrams (see also: Alias). As a bonus, Lost doesn’t appear to have a lot of those talky-talky angsty indie-rock saturated scenes that Alias does. Not yet, anyway.

As I was watching the pilot episode I was treated to one of those nice superlow fighterjet fly-bys that make living in post-9/11 DC so much fun.

The surround-sound engine noises and rattling windows synced perfectly with the on-screen planecrash. I expect my heartrate to return to normal sometime around Halloween.