Was at an apartment party on Saturday night where a few of my friends took Ecstasy, which is no big deal (although that particular party seemed an odd environment to take it), but for some reason it made me think of the episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 where the gang goes to a club and Brandon's crazy girlfriend Emily slipped E in his drink and he started acting all freaky and he pissed off the rest of his friends and his car got trashed when he left it at the club and the whole time Steve and Andrea are going to different convenience stores trying to "exchange an egg" to get the address of the club and the next day everyone has learned a lesson about drugs... I haven't seen that episode since it aired, which is at least 10 years ago, and I can remember it so clearly... now that's a sign of good television.
What isn't good television was last night's episode of The Simpsons, which for the second week in a row featured a parody that would've been fresh and appropriate last millennium. And while the Star Wars parody had its moments, the other 18 or so minutes were awful. My roommate has given up on the show... I may do so as well. For shame, Simpsons, for shame.
Monday, March 22, 2004
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