Looking Back - 9/15/2006
Looking Back - “Laguna My Bee-yatch“ (9/20/2005)
Sometimes I amaze myself. Reading this post again, I was thinking, “Huh, I really can be a funny fucker.” Of course cracking yourself up is never really a good thing. But hey, who’s keeping score.
I wrote this post because I could not freaking figure out why someone would put a show like this on the air. Looks like I’m the one in the dark because Laguna Beach turned out to be so damn popular. I wonder what the hell it is that gets teens all randy and wet watching this show. If I’m stupid enough to watch it for longer than 10 seconds I always want to kick myself in the balls. Who the fuck wants to watch a bunch of unsupervised rich white kids talk about all the “drama” in their life?
But here’s the real kicker: Would it be worse if it was a reality show or a scripted show with actors? Wait, what’s the difference? Can anyone honestly believe that the show has no writing, or that the “cast” isn’t paid to perform in front of a camera (actors)? Plus, IT’S ABSOLUTELY AWFUL! Out of the 3 times I’ve flipped it on, I can honestly say I have never watched more than 10 minutes at a time. But that doesn’t mean I flipped right past it. My mind just keeps thinking, “Is this real? Is somebody really getting paid to put this on television?”. And that’s why I have to stop and watch a few minutes. It’s like a train wreck… you’re horrified, but there’s no way in hell that you won’t stare for a while at the carnage.
God I hope Laguna Beach falls off the west coast in the next earthquake.
Wait a minute, cracking myself up is wrong?? But…sometimes that’s all I have! Maybe that’s the part that’s wrong. Anyway if that’s the case, I don’t want to be right.
Tara: Well, OK… maybe its not so wrong. But people that laugh at their own jokes before anyone else does are really annoying to me. Just thought I’d share.
See, the problem is you’ve just grown out of the target demographic. That’s why you can’t see the appeal.
If I get any older I’ll be in the 50-Impreceptably Breathing demographic. We’re apparently big consumers of Mercury Sables and Depends “undergarments”.
Poobah: Please don’t say that. By saying that, you’ve just confirmed my suspicions that I’m getting old, and by extension more mature. I will not be forced into being a mature adult by you or anybody else!
Being old isn’t so bad. They give you cookies and everything!
Poobah: They give you cookies? Oh, well, it’s on then!