Last week, I offered Grey’s Anatomy one more chance.

You know how when you are on a long road trip, and you need to pee REAL BAD?*  It just gets worse and worse, and more and more uncomfortable.  Eventually, you get to the point where you just want it all to end.  It’s just that unbearable.   Then you finally get to a gas station bathroom and you empty your swollen bladder.  Suddenly, it’s like those horrible feelings you had are now ready to be flushed.  It’s like everything is right again in the world, and you want to shout it from the mountaintops.  Well, the Grey’s Anatomy season finale was that gas station bathroom, and I am prepared to shout from Mount Blogmore, “Grey’s Anatomy, you have redeemed yourself.”

Indeed, I watched my DVR’d Grey’s Anatomy finale this evening with Meggie, and I was happy to see that everyone somehow got everything together.  Christina Yang truly did “get [her] groove back,” and even though I wanted to smack her for actually saying that, I let it slide.  Even Meredith seemed to grow up and act her age.  It was refreshing.

Just a few things:

The “romantic” make-out scene in the end with Callie and Hahn seemed forced and was ultimately — what’s that word I’m looking for — stupid.

While I do forgive Meredith for behaving like a little whiny brat for the past two seasons, I cannot forgive her for constructing a life-sized floor plan with candles.  There were like 2000 candles, and they looked like they were each in little glass cups.  That must have cost a fortune.  Whatever.  Lame.

*If any of you comment on the size of my bladder, my inability to stay on the road without any restroom break/frequency of my urination, I will smite thee.

- David C. Garcia

I am about 10 years behind on some of my television.  About two months ago, I bought seasons One and Two of HBO’s OZ.  I’m not sure if it’s the existential ramblings of the show’s narrator or the steamy prison romances, but I love this show.  

Today seasons Three and Four were delivered.  My eyeballs are excited.

- David C. Garcia

I really hope that next week’s season finale of Grey’s Anatomy rules.  By that, I mean I hope next weeks Grey’s Anatomy is a little more grown up than a high school drama.

What is this right now, season four, right?  After four seasons, you’d hope that the show’s namesake and heroine would stop whining, right?  No.  Meredith Grey gets on my nerves, and I am not sure how much more of her I can actually take.  There is the other Grey sister, Lexi Grey.  Can’t we finally just kill Meredith Grey and let the show be named after Lexi?  At least Lexi has a bit of personality (and is, in my humble opinion much hotter than Meredith).

Oh yeah, then there is Cristina Yang.  I think if anyone in that show can give Meredith Grey a run for her money in annoyingness, it’s Yang.  Along with being a whiny little bitch, Yang is one ugly Korean.  Seriously, it looks like someone hit her with the “ugly frying pan” and flattened her face.

Whatever.  I’m just a bit frustrated with that show.  When I want to watch retarded teen dramas, I watch Degrassi: The Next Generation.  I suppose I need to watch Scrubs to get some good old fashioned grown-up hospital drama.  Seriously, JD is more of a grown up than half those pussies at Seattle Grace.  Maybe Seattle Grace can bring Dr. Perry Cox over for a consult, and he can give all those babies the enemas they need.  Dr. Cox rulz.

- David C. Garcia