When NSBR is late coming home, bad things happen. Especially now that we have satellite, and I can look at the handy onscreen guide, the whole tasty world of television is temptingly mapped out for me. Also, it's been weeks--weeks!--since I could watch Studio 60.
So last night I watched The O.C. Also, it's ending, and I'm a sucker for swan songs.
--Loving the HoYay between Che and Seth. This show has always flirted with it, so to speak, but now maybe they'll really put it out there. The problem is, watching Seth and Summer kiss has always been one of my favorite things about the show.
--Taylor "chose me" in true 90210 fashion. Great acknowledgment of influence.
--Ryan has become a different person in my absence. It's like his voice is 33 set on 45, and the near-mohawk haircut? Weird.
--Looks like Jimmy's coming back. Excellent. Now if we could also get some good Kandy in the last 5 eps.
While we're on the subject of bad television, I know I'm not the first person to say this, but NSBR and I cannot believe how drunk Paula Abdul was in Minneapolis. We kept rewinding 30-second snippets and laughing hysterically. The best part is she's doing all these "they can't tell I'm drunk!" maneuvers that I have personally performed--e.g. the thing where you slowly lean forward looking very, very serious.
Yes, I know substance abuse is not funny, and my husband and I are going to hell.