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the O.C.

The O.C. is the best show on television.  Or at least it was last season.  I can't comment on this season because I couldn't see it.  The PVR, best thing since mint-flavored dental floss, rules our house.  We don't watch anything on the night that it's actually playing, because we Don't Have To.  We pause John Stewart because We Can.  I have loved, and probably will again love, my PVR.

Last night, however, the PVR decided to record some cop show where the guys all wear crumpled shirts and the girl cops wear tight pants and talk tough instead of recording the first episode of my beloved OC.  And my beloved O.C. is a stupid ass show that only plays one night a week at one specific time.  All the other shows range across the time zones, playing at 3am in Detroit, available for someone like me who can never remember what night of the week I need to sit down for The Apprentice, or Arrested Development or my secret vice, the painful Entourage. 

 Last night, instead of watching The O.C., I saw Stage Beauty, confident that my PVR was home working for me.  And Stage Beauty was not a good movie.  I exchanged a not very good movie with the terribly overeager and overactive Claire Danes as it's star for The O.C., where it is always sunny and there are many one-liners to be delivered with a certain urban angst that I love.  aeei.  The only saving grace of the evening was watching Billy Crudup touch his chin.  Man, that guy knows how to touch his own chin.  If you've seen the movie, and really, I wouldn't recommend it, you know what I mean by this.

so, yeah. tonight is The Apprentice.  Or so I think.

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