but she knows if this show was televised no one would watch it
I just checked my userinfo and for the first time in my time on LJ [or at least, for as long as I can remember] I have posted more comments than I have received.
Either this means:
A) I haven't posted icons or fic in a very long time.
or
B) I am interested in things that my FList could care less about.
or
C) I have become an extraordinarily boring person.
Am now 5 episodes into my Dead Like Me S1 DVDs, finally. I don't know how many times I'll say this but don't expect me to stop any time soon -- DLM was the reason I convinced Dadmac to order Showtime [Queer As Folk being the other, mumbled reason], and then he finally ordered it sometime during the middle of the first season last year. By which time I figured that I'd catch up during reruns. But I didn't. As I've mentioned many times, our Showtime ran out the week before QAF S4 started this year, so I was basically screwed for ever watching either of these shows on television. And no one in my family watched Showtime in the period of time we actually had it. Irony has me on its shit list. [I'm fate's bitch! Jaye Tyler/George Lass = theirloveissokindofcreepysincetheyresothesameperson!] But? DLM is the epitome of all things snarky, apathetic and good, and jesus christ, could Callum Blue be ANY more identical to the perfect man who lives in my head?
Wow. I think Option C is beginning to clearly become the correct answer.
Some day I'll start spouting fountains of genius.
Until then: the trailers for the new season of The OC are NOT making me feel nostalgic and excited.
What? They're SO not.
At least they shouldn't be because god, I hate cheesy teen drama soaps. Give me a My So-Called Life or a Freaks And Geeks any day.
Hell, Jared Leto and James Franco are prettier than all of the OC castmembers combined.
And the fact that my sister and I just shouted obscenities at the TV screen during the season finale and burst into unstoppable hysterical laughter when Marissa brought out her liquor bottle doesn't really paint us as typical fans of the show.
It's just...I like Sandy Cohen. And Seth. When he has a spine -- damn straight, Saffodoodle. And the writing was clever and witty, once upon a time. Like the notorious, "I should really learn to knock in case there's a THREESOME going on in the bathroom!" and repeated references to Dick Clark and balls dropping. "That's a lot of genitalia in my swimming pool!" Actually, I was making a smoothie around a month ago and Sismac asked me something while the blender was going. When I turned it off, I asked her to repeat herself. She said, "Marissa has my Chinos!" Ah, the good old days.
Though if in S2, Sandy asks Kirsten, "You like getting nailed by the king?" [or if Theresa starts decapitating people with bone saws and slays the vamped Eddie] I will join FOX's Official Fan Club and raise money to send Benjamin McKenzie to acting school.
But seriously? This show enables my cereal addiction. This show makes me want to eat cereal at any cost. I already raid my friends' pantries for their best cereals at any hour of the day. The OC makes me do it at my own home.
Not Watching The OC: My Anti-Cereal.
ETA: Also, there needs to be a list of Things J.D. Has Given European Female Names to. First Katya, the Pillow Girlfriend. Now Sascha, his Scooter! JD/Turk= The OTP That Increases Exponentially.
Either this means:
A) I haven't posted icons or fic in a very long time.
or
B) I am interested in things that my FList could care less about.
or
C) I have become an extraordinarily boring person.
Am now 5 episodes into my Dead Like Me S1 DVDs, finally. I don't know how many times I'll say this but don't expect me to stop any time soon -- DLM was the reason I convinced Dadmac to order Showtime [Queer As Folk being the other, mumbled reason], and then he finally ordered it sometime during the middle of the first season last year. By which time I figured that I'd catch up during reruns. But I didn't. As I've mentioned many times, our Showtime ran out the week before QAF S4 started this year, so I was basically screwed for ever watching either of these shows on television. And no one in my family watched Showtime in the period of time we actually had it. Irony has me on its shit list. [I'm fate's bitch! Jaye Tyler/George Lass = theirloveissokindofcreepysincetheyresothesameperson!] But? DLM is the epitome of all things snarky, apathetic and good, and jesus christ, could Callum Blue be ANY more identical to the perfect man who lives in my head?
Wow. I think Option C is beginning to clearly become the correct answer.
Some day I'll start spouting fountains of genius.
Until then: the trailers for the new season of The OC are NOT making me feel nostalgic and excited.
What? They're SO not.
At least they shouldn't be because god, I hate cheesy teen drama soaps. Give me a My So-Called Life or a Freaks And Geeks any day.
Hell, Jared Leto and James Franco are prettier than all of the OC castmembers combined.
And the fact that my sister and I just shouted obscenities at the TV screen during the season finale and burst into unstoppable hysterical laughter when Marissa brought out her liquor bottle doesn't really paint us as typical fans of the show.
It's just...I like Sandy Cohen. And Seth. When he has a spine -- damn straight, Saffodoodle. And the writing was clever and witty, once upon a time. Like the notorious, "I should really learn to knock in case there's a THREESOME going on in the bathroom!" and repeated references to Dick Clark and balls dropping. "That's a lot of genitalia in my swimming pool!" Actually, I was making a smoothie around a month ago and Sismac asked me something while the blender was going. When I turned it off, I asked her to repeat herself. She said, "Marissa has my Chinos!" Ah, the good old days.
Though if in S2, Sandy asks Kirsten, "You like getting nailed by the king?" [or if Theresa starts decapitating people with bone saws and slays the vamped Eddie] I will join FOX's Official Fan Club and raise money to send Benjamin McKenzie to acting school.
But seriously? This show enables my cereal addiction. This show makes me want to eat cereal at any cost. I already raid my friends' pantries for their best cereals at any hour of the day. The OC makes me do it at my own home.
Not Watching The OC: My Anti-Cereal.
ETA: Also, there needs to be a list of Things J.D. Has Given European Female Names to. First Katya, the Pillow Girlfriend. Now Sascha, his Scooter! JD/Turk= The OTP That Increases Exponentially.