You know, I'm not going to even touch the show today. You all know what's going on: Julie Cooper getting married, Theresa back living in Newport Beach (pregnant, I'm sure, with Ryan's baby), Marissa sulking in a corner, Ryan hamming it up for the camera, Seth being as sexy as any 16 year old I've ever seen, and Summer making me want to be a full fledged lesbian. What I would like to focus on is how this show may actually be destroying the culture of the real OC. I mean, people all around the world are going to think that we all hang out at the goddamn coffee bar at Newport Harbor High School, studying European History and discussing the latest kegger that some broad named "Belle" is throwing. Or, God forbid, they think the majority of us go to country clubs (or even know where one is located.)
Where are the crappy bars? The traffic? The "disabled" couple panhandling for change on the corner of Bristol & MacArthur in Santa Ana? How about the drag queens that frequent certain parking lots in Fullerton, right under the nose of the local fuzz? These are the things that make Orange County special!
By the way, I was asked to possibly review the miniseries "10.5" on NBC. I would equate that request with asking a queen to bang the court jester--obviously won't happen because he's well beneath her station. That fucking movie is just one more reason to hate Hollywood. I bet it wasn't even filmed in the U.S. -- Fucking Canadians! I think what turned me off to that piece of rank shit is the line where the earthquake is IN PROGRESS and a guy states that its a "7.2 and its going even higher!!" Yeah. Maybe on the next movie you can explain how the strength of an earthquake is measured ---- possibly mention that the "Richter Scale" ISN'T AN ACTUAL SCALE THAT YOU WEIGH SHIT ON. I hate people. And I hate people even more that watched this movie and said, "Wow, that seemed pretty realistic and I'm kinda worried about our upcoming trip to California." You know what? Do us all a favor and just stay fucking home: you clog the freeways, attempt to drive while reading a map, and make the Happiest Place On Earth a fucking hellhole when I try to go. Let me have my Disneyland -- you stay home and watch cows graze or whatever the hell you do.
