Hooked to the Screen

As my regular Thursday night LOST crew knows, I’m one of those people that just can’t watch TV quietly.  I’m not trying to be annoying; as far as I’m concerned I’m adding to the experience.  I feel it is my duty to inform my living room that “OMG THAT’S THE GUY WHO PICKED UP BEN’S PARENTS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!”  How am I supposed to know that they actually remember that?  And besides, what if they didn’t remember?  I have now saved my somewhat exasperated friends seconds of confusion until a flashback reminds everyone exactly that.  And sure, every once and a while I blab out my predictions over a character’s important monologue.  That’s why I have DVR; to go back, slightly embarassed, and listen to what Locke said about Jacob’s cabin.  I’m what you’d call an interactive viewer.  I’d rather receive a long “SHHHHHHH” from my mother than sit there like a rock taking up space on my very full sofa.  Call me obnoxious, informative, or insane, that’s the way I watch TV.