So I recently stumbled upon this fashion blog called gofugyourself.celebuzz.com - yes, please pardon it's slightly crass-sounding url - and it certainly propels the meaning of 'wit' to a whole new dimension. I found myself giggling, rather irrationally, at the witty and clever banter of the blog writers who practically bleed sarcasm.
And despite my love for Lucas Eugene Scott (Okay, I admit my love doesn't extend as far as his middle name. I mean, they were obviously severely inebriated when picking the name. I've heard of DUI, but seriously, WUI (Writing Under Influence), should be punishable by law too; just look what they did to poor Lucas.), I couldn't help but snigger - rather guilty, I must add in my defence - at this following paragraph:
"And my conclusion is, despite whatever dumb salary dispute they're having, I'm pretty sure Chad Michael Murray CAN'T leave One Tree Hill, because where is he going to go? Who is clamoring for his services, exactly? How will that show work if Lucas can't squint with joy, or squint with pain, or squint while deep in thought, or squint in judgment, or squint in confusion, or squint with pride? And what other show, or indeed acting role of any kind, could accommodate that kind of deeply nuanced emotional range? Is he supposed to squint with concentration on CSI? Squint with lecherous evil on Gossip Girl? Squint with a popular kid's disdain at the Buy More nerds on Chuck? I guess he could squint at the Squints on Bones, but then would the universe fold in on itself?"
Oh dear dear Lucas Eugene Scott.
But to give you credit, I must admit you've got some of the best quotes with Peyton Sawyer in TeeVee History. And when I was fourteen, young and still blithely naive, I used to sit in front of my computer and watch you with glazed eyes as you squinted (ooh can you feel the sheer intensity) your way through all sorts of mishaps and accidents.
We'll miss you on OTH.
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