Watching It, Watching Me

[The following is an editorial column by contributor Alison Coffey and does not necessarily reflect the views of the Austinist staff. --The Editors]
I don't know when new episodes of Everwood will be airing, but I hope it's soon. I'm pining for some Bright and Amy and Ephram and Hannah time. Thank God the reruns have ended and I can finally share a meal with the Gilmore Girls. Rory is back at Yale and her ex, Richie Rich (fine, Logan), is stalking her. I hope she stays away and they bring back Jess for some hot, intellectual, anti-establishment lovin'. I love that Luke has a long lost daughter who's a total science geek and has a web site that reads "Intelligent Design Had Nothing to Do With It". I imagine there will be a few dramatic bits with Lorelei and Luke because there has to be drama in a drama, but the dream wedding we've all been waiting for will definitely occur at the end of the season. Perhaps then Jess will show up and he'll whisk Rory away to Prague where they'll drink good beer and collaborate on a novel about intellectual types living in Prague. That would be awesome.
I caught exactly five minutes of Emily's Reasons Why Not on ABC Monday night, which was enough to learn that Heather Graham must have been totally desperate, and the lowest she could go was not The Guru. Heather, you are so much more than this. Remember Boogie Nights? Remember P.T. Anderson and Gus Van Sant? Heather, you need a new agent.
Lost is back! Yaaaaaay! Loved the Mister Eko flashbacks, but I wanted to see more of Michael talking to ghost Walt on the machine (that 1980's computer down in the hatch). If you don't follow the show you might as well get on with your eye rolling and scroll down to the next post. It feels sort of impossible to even try to discuss Lost. Where to begin? This is an awesome show, but I actually kind of worry that the writers don't know much more than we do and are making it up as they go along. J.J. Abrams already lost me on Alias, let's hope he keeps it real with the castaways.


