if something happening two times in a row can be identified as the beginning of a pattern, i think i've finally gone off the o.c. i didn't watch it last week, and i didn't watch it tonight. don't get me wrong - i will always have a soft spot for seth cohen - but i have a little theory. maybe all the big brother i have been watching lately has flipped the emergency switch on the 'bullshit overflow' setting of my brain. big brother is so bad, but i can't help myself sometimes. it's a human psych experiment in motion. now all we need is to install some bells, connect them to the alcohol supply, and see who works it out first. i was a little saddened to see gianna go - i thought leaving her in the house could have lead to some interesting moments in the future - but now i see they are bringing two 'replacement bombshells' into the house, there will be no shortage of drama-rama for us sad viewers. this morning as i sat motionless on a train that sat motionless first at kensington station, then in the loop between stations for extended periods of time, i eavesdropped on a girl and a guy talking about big brother. well, they started out talking about an exam they were both going to, but then in a lapse of conversation, the girl said did you watch uncut last night? it was soooo dirty. the guy said yeah, it was porno. my little sister was watching it and i said to her, 'go to your room'. then the girl said you know how some people say 'i won't watch it' then when it's on they do? well i'm always like 'i can't wait till it's on, i'm addicted to it. but that uncut - it was soooo dirty. then they talked about their exam a little more. then there was a pause in their conversation. then the girl said man, yeah, uncut was soooo dirty. and i thought to myself, interesting. you keep saying dirty and the guy keeps changing the topic. it was like watching big brother live and uncut on the broady line. all that unresloved sexual tension. such raw emotion...
sad sad sad. and yes, i'm referring to me.