file under: whose eyes will it have?

earlier tonight, we stopped mid-channelsurf to catch a part of the O.C. featuring seth cohen walking through a pseudo-dreamscape, his voice echoed out to spacy effect. apparently, he was in some kind of altered state of consciousness in search of his spirit animal.

we moved on once the show resumed its characteristic and customary direction, but not before N commented that it was as if our brains had just made babies in tv-hood for a moment there (to the extent that i like druggy things and she, you know, likes california.

not to mention adam brody).