The O.C. finale was about what I expected: cheesiness (the Marissa locket, how sweet!), quirky-humor (the sons named after Texas towns and then…Hanoi), self-reference (one final shout out to the Valley), and an ounce of drama (Frank v. Bullit) to go out old-skool O.C. style. Personally, I hoped the O.C. would go the wigtastic Six Feet Under route and give 10 minutes of all the characters getting old and dying, or at least getting old. A nice little “Breathe Me” like tune as a backdrop (or perhaps even something Icelandic) would have sealed the deal. Nonetheless, this episode, along with the rest of this season were good reminders of that great first season.

Luckily, the O.C. time-slot vacancy allows me to stop watching tapes of Scrubs and 30 Rock. 30 Rock has been getting better all season, and tonight’s episode was no exception. Seriously, I don’t know how successful this show will be, so watch it while you can.

I had not known before hand that J.J. Abrams was directing tonight’s episode of The Office. Good episode, especially considering the end of Pam and the apparently-psychotic Roy.

“TELEVISION, ON! PORNOGRAPHY!”