Unless you’ve been living as a hermit the past 24 hours, you know that the perhaps biggest thing on television last night was the Lost season premiere. I’ve only been into the show since last season, meaning I’ve managed to avoid the fact that the show existed at all. Not a difficult thing for me to do; actually, I suck at watching TV. I have commitment issues. Saying that every certain day at a certain time, I’ll be watching a specific show is too much of a commitment for me. If there wasn’t a dvr in my life, I’d never watch tv, and even that doesn’t always work.
(My related articles side bar on my dashboard tells me a certain contest show that shits out questionably talented singers had more ratings. Phooey.)
Anyway, a year back or so, I decided to watch the Lost pilot. It kept me interested, so I kept watching, every day, multiple episodes a day, during the course of a really boring work season, until I was up-to-date for the current season. I like that sort of arrangement, because I can tell cliffhangers to go to hell. When I’m current on a show, I have to wait like everyone else.
So the point of all this was…Lost was on last night. All plot twists and supposed alternate realities and questions aside, I was elated to see the return of a minor character – a character commonly referred to as “Frogurt”. I believe that was a Sawyer-generated nickname, and by far the best.

Frogurt is kind of a dick.
I’m not the only one that thinks he was one of the best minor characters:

Frogurt alone should be reason enough to watch Lost.