(Well, so far, anyway)

… Is “Tricia Tanaka Is Dead.”

I’m not sure how that beer could have tasted like anything other than rancid donkey urine – and I don’t care. “Shambala” will be added to my funeral playlist, I can tell you that much.

Anyway, if you’ve got a favourite episode, please share.

… In no particular order.

Here’s my line-up:

Hugo, a.k.a. “Hurley”

Sawyer

Sun

Sayid

Locke

Actually, perhaps there is an order to this thing, because I think I may like Hugo best after all. On a lame show, Hugo would have been comic relief in the shape of a walking fat-joke (like when “Lord of the Rings” writers needed to balance out some emotional moment and threw in a “oh, and by the way, Gimli is short!… Oh, look, he’s still short!… And here he is again, being short! Bwahaha!”), and the fact that he’s not is already pretty sweet. Of course, there’s more than that to Hugo, he’s both weird, and charming, and when he has emotional moments, you actually don’t want to puke and die. I like how he can act batshit nuts without coming off as tiresome and showy. I like his back-story. I like the way he talks. I like the fact that he’s fearless and can kick major ass, in a realistic fashion. I like how my favourite character on a TV show is actually not the prettiest one to look at – and that’s a testament both to the writing and to how awesome Jorge Garcia is. I mean, doooood.

I also really like Sun. I enjoy the dynamic she has with her husband, and how it unfolds over time. Sun is very clever and has a lot of depth about her, and there’s something profound about the way she was written and acted (by contrast, I can’t quite warm up to Kate – I don’t enjoy the “girl on the run” scenario, for whatever reason).

Sawyer can get annoying when he morphs into a knock-off version of Kurt Cobain every once in a while, but then he turns around and calls Sun and Jin “Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon,” and all is well again. And no, I don’t think he’s a sex-god or anything. Sayid is a badass, and yes, it’s true, Naveen Andrews does not sound Iraqi, or even remotely Arab, in those flashback scenes, but he fits the role. He’s both Tarzan and a holy-man, with a dark streak that measures a couple of light-years across. Locke is just awesomely weird, he’s like the love-child of Fox Moulder and the old guy from “Karate Kid”, and it works.

Could I, perhaps, make a personality test out of all this? Hmmm. I bet I could. I bet it would rock.

Anyway, if you watch “Lost,” and just happen to be reading this blog, do let me know who’s in your top five. And tell me why.