Tag: anniversary

California, Here We Come

I would like to think that when I decided to start listening to The O.C. at bedtime it was because I knew on some subconscious level that the show’s 10th anniversary was fast approaching. But really it’s just dumb luck that has me about to start season three tonight, which just so happens to be the 10th anniversary of the pilot. I would’ve sworn that the show started earlier in the summer, but I’m willing to take the word of Josh Schwartz, various cast members, and various entertainment publications.

There’s a bunch of great The O.C. anniversary stuff on the Web today, and I’ll link to that in a second, but I think my favorite thing wasn’t celebratory; it was Chris Gorham’s jokingly bitter tweets about Jake 2.0‘s demise. I’m still bummed out about Jake 2.0‘s short life as well, so I feel Gorham’s pain. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I didn’t watch the first season of The O.C. when it aired; I thought it looked stupid. Let’s face it, teen soaps were never really my thing; I was far more interested in Jake 2.0. But I caught a couple of new episodes of The O.C. that aired during the dead zone around Christmas and New Year’s and I liked what I saw (surprisingly). I started watching The O.C. when Angel was showing a rerun. Then when Angel got cancelled I blamed The O.C. and stopped watching it. At one point during the summer of ’04, though, I Netflixed the first season (sadly I no longer remember what prompted me to do that) and fell in love with the show. When season two premiered, I was watching. And I kept watching, even in the worst parts of season three, and I was rewarded with season four (which is my second favorite season of the show).

On to the links:

  • Josh Schwartz tweeted the link to the show’s very first commercial. I had two thoughts while watching it: first, I totally get why I had no interest in the show and second, I love that Lifehouse song that starts at 0:15. (Not enough to remember the name of it – Spotify reminds me that it’s “Spin” – but enough to recognize the artist immediately.)
  • E! Online lists the 10 greatest things the show gave us.
  • Zap2it lists 10 ways it shaped today’s TV.
  • Entertainment Weekly has a where are they now feature with a twist: it discusses the actors’ careers but also gives Josh Schwartz’s take on where each character is now.
  • Warming Glow has its own link dump, which includes some stuff I’m not listing here because I haven’t read it yet.
  • Finally, Vulture has a 50 question quiz. I did much better on the quiz than I’d expected, probably as a result of all the episodes I watched thanks to my insomnia. My insomnia was good for something. Yay!

One last The O.C. anecdote before I go: I have a friend who could not care less about music. She is literally incapable of naming more than five bands. (I am using “literally” correctly because several of us once asked her to name as many bands as she could and she got stumped after five.) So imagine my shock the day I got into her car and found The Killers’ first record, Hot Fuss (this was in 2004 or 2005). She explained that she’d seen them on The O.C. and recognized (and liked) a couple of the songs they played. I was amazed at the power of The O.C.: it made my friend buy a CD. Shocking.

Until tomorrow.



This is my 600th blog post. That is completely and totally bonkers to me. It would be completely and totally bonkers to me even if I weren’t distracted by my stupid laptop being stupid (oddly enough, when I click the iTunes logo in the Start menu I want iTunes to open).

I hadn’t even realized this was my 600th post until I logged in to WordPress to write a different post. (There is a rant bouncing around in my head.) It’s probably good that I didn’t know there was a big round number coming up, though, or else I might have read a bunch of old posts; I’m not sure if my emotional state could handle a trip down memory lane right now.

That being said, however, I am glad I started this blog for school and that I decided to make it a personal blog and start posting every day (whether I had anything to say or not). It amuses me when I go back and re-read posts (but no more than three or four at a time). I hope it amuses you, too.

Until tomorrow.

Three Years

An anniversary passed unheralded yesterday. Whoops. It was kind of a big deal, too. I moved into my house three years ago yesterday.

I know, right? I can’t believe it either.

I chose to move on Veterans Day because, hell, I already had the day off. (And that’s how I know exactly when I moved into my house.)

Wanna hear something terrible but completely true? I regretted buying this house before I moved in. I’d been regretting it for months at that point. But I didn’t see how to get out of it. So I went to closing and signed the damn papers and trapped myself. I’d like to think that if I had known I was dooming myself to living in this crappy house for three years (because of the new homebuyer tax credit I got) I would’ve stood up for myself at some point early in the process. But I probably wouldn’t have. I’m pretty much completely incapable of standing up for myself. I’m what you might call a people-pleaser. (Which is ironic when you consider how much I hate pretty much everyone. But why should any aspect of my personality make any fucking sense?)

So yeah, I went to look at houses with my parents after I turned 29. Even though I knew in my heart that I didn’t really want to buy a stupid house. But my dad really wanted me to buy one. So we came to this stupid development that they found online. And, what luck, there was one house left. So I signed on the dotted line. And I’ve hated myself for doing that ever since.

(To be fair, I would’ve found other things to hate myself for in the past three years if not that.)

On the bright side, I am now free to rid myself of this stinking albatross without having to repay Uncle Sam in the process. That doesn’t suck.

Not that my house is in any condition to be shown to potential buyers. But baby steps, right? I can sell my house. I can move back to Philly. Let’s focus on these good things.

Until tomorrow.


This is my 250th blog post. That’s kind of a huge accomplishment, but that’s not why I bring it up. I bring it up so I can use the word sestercentennial, the Latin-derived numerical name for a 250th anniversary. (Interesting side note about that Wikipedia table: my personal cheerleader taught me the word bicenquinquagenary for 250th anniversary when we were in college because she is from Reading, PA, but I prefer sestercentennial.)

I first came across sestercentennial earlier this year when I read something about the Phillies’ attempts to secure the 2026 All-Star Game. I love that the team is thinking that far ahead, and I assume the city is as well. I hope that the city is thinking ahead to 2026; I should think it’ll be a big deal. In fact, it’s kinda cool to think that I missed the bicentennial due to a severe case of not being born yet, but (God willing) I will be around for the sestercentennial. (I’m just not going to think about how old I’ll be at the sestercentennial.)

Until tomorrow.

Tell All Your Friends

Today marks the 10-year anniversary of Taking Back Sunday’s first record, Tell All Your Friends.  Part of me wishes I could say that makes me feel old, but I can’t.  Not really.  It would be one thing if I had purchased TAYF when it came out, but it feels disingenuous to say that about a record that I bought five years ago (no matter how old the record itself is).

Even though I completely slept on Tell All Your Friends (and Taking Back Sunday), I fell in love with this record once I finally bought it.  It is one of my go-to, comfort food records and has the iTunes play count to prove it 🙂 I was tempted to do nothing but quote songs in this post, but I decided to refrain.

I don’t remember how exactly I found out that TAYF was released on March 26, 2002 (or why, for that matter), but I did.  I have a little reminder in iCal and everything.  Apparently I’m not the only person who knows the date, either.  #TellAllYourFriends was a trending topic on Twitter today.  The best part of that were the couple of tweets I saw from people who used that hashtag in a non-TBS context, most likely because they didn’t know why people had started it in the first place.  It was quite amusing.

I’ve been celebrating the anniversary by listening to Tell All Your Friends pretty much exclusively.  (I have no qualms about listening to my favorite records on repeat.  I’m pretty much positive that I will never get sick of TAYF.)  If I’d been thinking, I would’ve watched some of the videos from that record as well.  Like the “Cute Without the ‘E’ (Cut from the Team)” video.  (And not just because “Cute Without the ‘E'” is my favorite Taking Back Sunday song and video.)

Ironically, the version on YouTube is uncensored but the version I bought from iTunes five years ago is censored.  (Heaven forbid I hear the word “gun” in song lyrics.  Blah.)

So, congratulations to Adam, John, Mark, Shaun, and Eddie.  Ten years later and it’s still an amazing album (and, even more importantly, the band is still going strong).

If you’ve never listened to Tell All Your Friends, do yourself a favor and listen to it.  (It’s available on Spotify.)  I’m not promising that it will change your life, but it’s a damn good record and everyone should listen to it at least once.

Until tomorrow.