For the week ending October 5, 2001 . . .
HUGE improvement in GH last week! They still have a way to go before I call myself being
completely entertained but this was a good start; however, the Superheroes have GOT
TO GO! Melissa and
Roy have no business anywhere in PC and yet they are everywhere!
The most useless scenes of the week (yes, even more annoying than Sonny
and Carly and the confetti) involved Roy and Melissa, a sleazy bar and another
sleazy barfly hitting on Melissa. She
sure attracts some winners doesnít she?
Those two hysterical pictures are compliments of my friend
Dion at Daytime
It was an Angel-free week! Woohoo.
It was a Flea-free week! Woohoo x 2!
Only one day of Sonny/Carly. Woohoo!
Is it any wonder why Nik chose not to involve Gia in the
plan to save Lucky? The first thing
she does after eavesdropping on Nikís conversation with Helena regarding
Lizís unfortunate demise is tells Lucien Cain.
She doesnít go to her brother the cop.
Nope, she develops diarrhea of the mouth with some miscellaneous
international financier and sheís not even suspicious when he tells her that
he knows the Cassadines after heís failed to mention that little tidbit of
information for how long now?
Bobbie also teaches a cardiac nursing course?
Hospital, Kellyís, Mom, sick nurse to Luke . . . how many hours does
she have in her day?
Nikís sideburns magnify his receding hairline but this
tousled look --- Mama like! Mama Like!
They could tell me that the underwear gnomes from Southpark
were responsible for Sorelís death and Iíd accept it just to get the story
So, not only is Kristina now living in the Gatehouse, Ned
has apparently moved back in recently because just a week ago he was standing in
the Q living room telling Zander that the gatehouse was empty.
I wholly approve of MyNed getting his house back but I have to wonder if
ANYBODY responsible for writing this stuff actually takes the time to pay
attention to what happened just ONE WEEK ago. Also, I think the couch in the
living room is the one that was in AJís penthouse but I guess *they* forgot
that AJ had a penthouse and he is now residing back at the mansion. Continuity.
Thatís all I ask, well, not all, but itís a jumping off point.
On the positive side, Kristina living with Ned did provide
me with a little Nexis action this week. I
was hopeful until Alexis stood in his
living room where heís putting up with and protecting her annoying little sister and she lied to his face. Ned
has taken a lot of flack this week for being colder than a shady side of an
iceberg to her when she left with that Lone Ranger comment. I really canít blame him for still being upset for being
left out of the loop considering that heís standing in the center of it.
He was definitely harsh with her but lying to him was harsh also.
Kristina learned nothing from her last bad disguise
escapade. Sure the baseball cap was
less conspicuous than the fedora (why the hell does Jax own
a fedora?) as was Nedís jacket but unless sheís got a job advertising a
hamburger chain itís time to do something about that fluorescent hair because
it is very conspicuous.
As the saying goes a picture is worth a thousand words, so
hereís a couple thousand.
Wicked sense of deja-vous!!
Could Lukeís 1979 delusions have been any more
reinforced? I would have skipped
the disco flashback (thereís no need to revisit that night ever again) but I
loved the reunion on the mayorís lawn. Joy.
Pure joy, half of which was having poor Scotty walk in and see Laura
kissing Luke. I tried to warn him.
L&L are the be all, end all, thrill of all time.
He just doesnít compete, especially when he starts barking orders at
Laura. I donít care if they have started dressing alike.
Neon pink is a color best reserved for swimsuits and even then it is
questionable. I have spoken.
Burn that rag.
Set your VCRs yíall.
On November 23, 2001, SoapNet is running a 12 hour Luke & Laura
marathon celebrating the 20th anniversary of the most watched wedding
in daytime history which will include highlights of L&L over the years. No
Christmas shopping will be done. Warren
Manor will be stocked with microwave popcorn (to go with the leftover turkey
sandwiches) Kleenex, video tapes and, of course, the obligatory holiday supply
of Captain Morgan and I intend to veg happily perched in my recliner in front of
the television all day.
It doesnít matter how cute your ass is Gia honey, if you
put it in painted on pants exhibiting vertical strips it looks as wide as an
L.A. expressway. Now, while Iíve
got your attention that Ďwicked witch of the weirdí comment was unnecessary.
Report immediately to Katrinaís office for your punishment and
Line of the week was, without a doubt, Helena to Elizabeth:
ďDo you like apples?Ē just before Nikolas passed out the poison-laced wine.
Disney has this weird synergy going on with the re-release of Snow White
on DVD this week. Runner up would
be Lukeís question to Laura ďDid you drop a tab?Ē Nope, but Iíve oft
speculated that the writers partake in some under-the-counter
meds before penning some of the stories weíve been watching, maybe this whole
goofy biotoxin story was the result of some really boss LSD.
Iíve recently discovered the fascinating world of GH
fan-fiction. While most of the
would-be writers need to hone the craft a little more I have found a few that
are worth the extra time in front of the computer.
My favorite these days is Crossing
the Line despite all the Sonny/Alexis, um, interaction, yeah,
ďinteractionĒ thatís a good word, itís an outstanding story and MyNed is
very much in the picture. You have to read it from the beginning but scene 50 is
my favorite for reasons that will become evident at the reading. *g*
Finally, I must apologize for the damage done to poor
Stefanís eye. I mentioned in the
last column that a friend and I had the opportunity to see Stephen Nicholsí
play in L.A. I failed to disclose the wild night afterwards wherein SN
struggled, um I mean, was overly enthusiastic as we attempted to shove, I mean,
escort him into our vehicle. Later
we forced, I mean asked him to wear the fuzzy handcuffs that I purchased from
Faisonís estate sale <snicker> and during all of the ensuing commotion
he apparently burst a blood vessel in his eye.
Poor baby, heís just not used to that eye Patch anymore. Iím kidding, of course, but allow me my little fantasies,
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