Addiction
I have an addiction. No, it’s not starting my blogs with declarative phrases...although I do enjoy doing that. This addiction happens to be in the form of a television show. Before I tell you what TV show I’m addicted to, you need to understand a few things about me first:
(1) Other than watching sports (and I do a fair amount of that), I don’t watch television. I’m actually quite disillusioned with TV as we know it. Reality TV such as American Idol, Survivor, The Bachelor - the list goes on and on - has completely ruined television and I’m afraid there’s no going back. It won’t be long before we’re watching live executions, death matches and other forms of people killing each other on TV. I'm serious. Think about how desensitized we have become over the past 40 years to what we are served over the airwaves. We’ve come a long way since The Honeymooners. I just hope this leads to more nudity on TV. I hate being limited to the soft porn bull shit that’s on Skinemax after midnight...but I digress.
(2) While I don’t watch TV show when they are aired live - my sporatic schedule doesn’t allow me to get involved in any show (and I don’t have, nor want Tivo) - I do enjoy several shows that are on television. You see, I have Netflix, so I watch all of my shows after they come out on DVD. Yes, it’s somewhat archaic, but it works for me. For those of you out there that might actually care, my favorite shows include 24, The Sopranos, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The West Wing, The Family Guy and The Simpsons.
(3) Under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t admit this, but after a few “hump day” cocktails, I’m feeling rather liberal with my inner-most secrets...so enjoy.
As of about a week ago I’m completely and totally addicted to The O.C. That’s right, yours truly can’t stop watching the modern day 90210. The funny thing is, I was never one to watch shows like 90210 or Melrose Place when I was growing up. This was probably due to the fact that I was living my own high school drama at the time. Captain of the football team, dating the captain of the cheerleading squad for our cross-town rivals. High school valedictorian with a penchant for getting myself into trouble every now and then. I mean the mark of popularity in high school (or anywhere for that matter) is when people know your name and you have no idea who the hell they are, right? This was my high school life. Hell, I was the modern day Brandon Walsh with a little bit of Steve Sanders and a hint of David Silver...so why watch it on TV?.
Now, in my staring down the barrel of the big 3-0, I find myself totally submersed in the “edgy kid from the bad part of town, meets Newport high society and drama ensues,” plot of The O.C. While I find the never-ending back and forth of Ryan and Marissa’s relationship to be somewhat unrealistic and contrived, Seth Cohen is a classic character, Summer is the “loveable bitchy snob,” and the dramatic tension created by exploits of Julie Cooper play the proverbial straw that stirs The O.C.’s drink.
Like most people with addictions, I am ashamed of my habit, but feel somewhat helpless to the draw of my vice. They say that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. If that’s the case, then I have something I’d like to say:
“Hello, my name is the NYC Drunk Guy and I am addicted to The O.C.”
Have a great Labor Day weekend.
NYCDG
(1) Other than watching sports (and I do a fair amount of that), I don’t watch television. I’m actually quite disillusioned with TV as we know it. Reality TV such as American Idol, Survivor, The Bachelor - the list goes on and on - has completely ruined television and I’m afraid there’s no going back. It won’t be long before we’re watching live executions, death matches and other forms of people killing each other on TV. I'm serious. Think about how desensitized we have become over the past 40 years to what we are served over the airwaves. We’ve come a long way since The Honeymooners. I just hope this leads to more nudity on TV. I hate being limited to the soft porn bull shit that’s on Skinemax after midnight...but I digress.
(2) While I don’t watch TV show when they are aired live - my sporatic schedule doesn’t allow me to get involved in any show (and I don’t have, nor want Tivo) - I do enjoy several shows that are on television. You see, I have Netflix, so I watch all of my shows after they come out on DVD. Yes, it’s somewhat archaic, but it works for me. For those of you out there that might actually care, my favorite shows include 24, The Sopranos, Curb Your Enthusiasm, The West Wing, The Family Guy and The Simpsons.
(3) Under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t admit this, but after a few “hump day” cocktails, I’m feeling rather liberal with my inner-most secrets...so enjoy.
As of about a week ago I’m completely and totally addicted to The O.C. That’s right, yours truly can’t stop watching the modern day 90210. The funny thing is, I was never one to watch shows like 90210 or Melrose Place when I was growing up. This was probably due to the fact that I was living my own high school drama at the time. Captain of the football team, dating the captain of the cheerleading squad for our cross-town rivals. High school valedictorian with a penchant for getting myself into trouble every now and then. I mean the mark of popularity in high school (or anywhere for that matter) is when people know your name and you have no idea who the hell they are, right? This was my high school life. Hell, I was the modern day Brandon Walsh with a little bit of Steve Sanders and a hint of David Silver...so why watch it on TV?.
Now, in my staring down the barrel of the big 3-0, I find myself totally submersed in the “edgy kid from the bad part of town, meets Newport high society and drama ensues,” plot of The O.C. While I find the never-ending back and forth of Ryan and Marissa’s relationship to be somewhat unrealistic and contrived, Seth Cohen is a classic character, Summer is the “loveable bitchy snob,” and the dramatic tension created by exploits of Julie Cooper play the proverbial straw that stirs The O.C.’s drink.
Like most people with addictions, I am ashamed of my habit, but feel somewhat helpless to the draw of my vice. They say that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. If that’s the case, then I have something I’d like to say:
“Hello, my name is the NYC Drunk Guy and I am addicted to The O.C.”
Have a great Labor Day weekend.
NYCDG
posted by NYC Drunk Guy at 2:42 PM
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