I have been claiming to be a seafood lover for several years now. Between shrimp cocktail and work events on the east coast where I eat seafood drowning in buttery/cheese sauces at fancy restaurants...... heck yes i like seafood. This was pretty fishy. Good... but hard to get over the smell. I might continue to take my more sophisticated fish when prepared by professionals. Even.... more than intermediate cooks. I actually ate about half of it and then stuck it in some gladware. It will totally be the kind of thing that I avoid in the refrigerator and then end up throwing away in-container because I'm so afraid to open it... and the bottled up aroma it is sure to produce.
So the last couple of semesters I ALWAYS had class when Lost was on... which would explain why I was so confused when I heard that Jack and Claire were related, and that more time traveling was happening, and that Cheech (or chong?) is Hurley's dad. It's a good thing that the smell of mystery and intrigue are stronger than the smell of Long Branch Lake Marina.... no?