TV-less in La La Land I am. When I mention this to casual acquaintances, I get a look of sympathy greater than the look I received during my first two winters on my own as a teenager when work mates or others discovered that I was getting by with holes in the bottoms of my shoes. In those days I wrapped my socked feet in plastic to get around, drawing up liquid from the slush like a walking sponge. Still, people in Milwaukee in that long-ago time on the cusp of the Carter and Reagan administrations comprehended it. I couldn't afford shoes. It was understandable, but sad. But to NOT have a TV in Los Angeles 27 years later? The piteous looks I receive would have been enough to have fed me back then. And how much I need to be fed then. These days, not so much, but I do need to see Lost, damn it!

I have a laptop and they will be streaming it starting tomorrow night. (Although I often have trouble getting it to work properly until early the next week for some reason.) But my laptop screen is only 12 inches, and while this would be remarkable if it were something else, for a TV screen to watch the show Lost on, it ain't so impressive.

I had been invited to a Lost Season Premiere Party! I was excited, in part because I'm never invited anywhere, and in part because I'd be able to see an episode of this luscious show on something other than my laptop. It's kind of like going to a drive-in to see King Kong to find they're projecting it onto the back bumper of the Volvo in front of you. But alas, the hostess became ill, which is bad enough, I suppose, but then on top of that she has the bad manners to make us all suffer along with her by canceling her party!

So tonight I'm home when I didn't plan to be, as bored as a cellist in a drumming circle. I suppose I could write. Nah. I could square dance with my cat, I suppose. Nah, Frank is sleeping, dreaming of biting me, I'm sure, and I can't disturb him.

Oh, wait. He woke up. Let me get the Hee Haw music playing....