So, I was too lazy to write another damn story about SkeleLohan this week, and yes, I saw the Paris nipple slip too, but I just wanted to come home and chill tonight, content on not giving a shit about anything internets related.
But tonight, spotdog and I watched the OC, knowing it was a rerun, but not knowing that they were going to replay what is possibly one of the best episodes of any show of my young life. Yes, now our TVgasm roots are showing through.

At first, I must admit, I didn’t realize that was the show I was going to see. But as we inched closer to the end to Ryan going back to Chino, Maria’s pregnancy, Marissa moving in with Julie and Caleb, Seth sailing away… all to the unbelievable sounds of Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah,” I started to realize something. Watching this season, and especially reading J-Unit’s recaps when I miss the show, (Thursday’s a big night for drunks like us), I saw the season go down the crapper in the middle with us all praying that it may find some semblance of its former glory.
Watching this again tonight… my first time since it originally aired… made me realize something. As much better as it has gotten recently, there is still something missing. I was starting to think that it was some sort of nostalgia I’ve put upon the show. But now I know, as sad as it may seem, they may never be able to make it as good again.
I remember, first season, around episode six or seven, spot, Laz and I saying, “The way they’re flying through story lines, they won’t have more than one season.” Never did I think that we might have been right. Let’s just compare the endings of the first two seasons. This season we get Marissa shooting Big Brother Chino in the back. That’s pretty much it. Yeah, I know Kirsten is in rehab, Caleb is dead, Blah blah blah. The end of the first season was without fault… every piece brought us back on the palindrome it was. Everything matched the beginning… all capped by Ryan seeing Marissa on the side of the road through the car window again except now it was a limo pulling up instead of punk ass boyfriend’s pickup truck.
And now the music placement has become a joke, where before it was visionary. I mean, last year we get Buckley and that great “Maybe I’m Amazed” cover during the slow dance at the wedding. This year, we get The Bravery and that ridiculous song during the funeral. And again, I must say that I don’t necessarily blame Josh and the writers for it not being as good now. I think they may have just unfortunately made the show too damn good to begin with. We expected 90210, Melrose Place… none of us expected it to work on as many levels as it ended up working on. That’s just what makes it that much harder that now we have Melrose Place. Sorry. You did too good in the beginning. That’ll learn ya. Don’t do so damn good.
Well, shit, I think that’s enough for tonight, and I’m not one to try and jump on my boys’ J-Unit & B-Side’s thing, but it’s just that it’s not often nowadays that you witness an episode of a TV show that is that effective. Although, last week’s Lost with the raft leaving, Sawyer and Jack’s talk about Jack’s father, and Jin and Sun’s reconciliation was fuckin’ fantastic. Not so much this week.
And for the record, to bring it back to the SorryIGotDrunk roots, I’m currently on my fifth Hornsby’s Draft Cider for the evening. So there. As Always, Mahalo… Lou.