You Don't Send Me Flowers Anymore

So,

No Sami and no Rafe makes this weekend into a long weekend!

Carly doesn't tell Chloe to bugger off

With a forced breeziness, Chloe sidles up to Carly and asks how her hearing went.  Carly's first clue that Chloe is looking to ambush Daniel at work is that she goes cross-eyed whenever she makes a concerted effort to demonstrate any sort of interest in anyone's life other than her own.

I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!

So I had so much work to catch up on last night and this morning that I couldn't get the commentary for yesterday's episode up!  I will try to get the entry up this evening.  Fingers crossed it's worth the wait.

I know, Steffy.  I'm so sorry.  You're the last person I want to disappoint.

James Scott's birthday was yesterday and I felt like I should mention that.  Aaaand now I'm thinking about him eating cake.  And now he's climbing out of one.

 

See you soon!

God, Almighty! Make it stop!

Another day.  Another Days.

I had been anticipating this episode for a while now - the so-called "truce" between Sami and EJ (which looks like it's going to last about...hmm...a day).  I'm still not buying what Cordiglay is selling.  I'm trying my best to see things objectively, but it takes alot of energy to do so, and frankly I could put that energy towards something more constructive, like binding together my collection of haikus about Michael Caine, or sharpening the blade in my pill-splitter.

Humanizing Salem

The theme of today's show is "If at eighth you don't succeed, try, try again". 

I'm not sure what the writers are thinking, particularly after yesterday's episode during which Veruca Salt-Hernandez spit a rather long stream of venom at EJ and Nicole.  Today the writers tried to tip the scale again by having Sami launch into her usual, teary "why does everything bad have to happen to me" schtick.  The problem is that Sami's misery up against EJ's lately weighs about the same amount as how much we care at this point, which is pretty much zero, rendering the scale pretty much untippable in her favour.

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, Squared.

Strange, strange days/Days, my friend.

Today we are witnesses to more of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? - Now with extra Bette as Kayla becomes the next Brady woman unexpectedly thrown under the bus at the hands of Higley.  Sami is positively unbearable today and might be beyond redemption.  I hope against hope that isn't the case, but I can't help but worry that these writers lack the talent to be able to write her out of the volcano they sacrificed her to in the name of what might be the worst Days storyline (and biggest waste of the viewers' time) since the Salem Slasher.

Filler includes Nathan and Melanie having the exact same conversation they had yesterday, but this time they're standing on the pier.  Will reacts to Gabi's flirting like Linus does when he finds out his teacher has a boyfriend in the Peanuts' Valentine's Day special.  Bo tries to listen in on Warden Jane's conversation in the woods with the mystery man behind it all while crouching down in the white snow dressed entirely in black.  Daniel and his chest hair testify at Carly's hearing while his necklace remains in mourning.  Jennifer's make-up is still being applied with a butterknife.  Yawn.

Highlights?  A few.

 

Cheese and Crackers

The Day of Misguided Reckoning continues into today's episode.  It sort of made me think of a couple of scenes in Spinal Tap.  Specifically the scene following the Stonehenge disaster (one of the funniest scenes in the movie, as I'm sure most of you know - and if you don't know, you need to know now).

Instead of blaming Nigel for scribbling 11"x11" instead of 11'x11' on a cocktail napkin, resulting in a less than majestic on-stage representation of the mystical Stonehenge, the band blames Ian, the band manager, explaining to him that "it's not your job to be as confused as Nigel".  This is sort of comparable to what's happening to poor Carly in today's episode.  Because Chloe is the dimmest bulb in the box right now, none of the women of Salem seem to be blaming her for this whole paternity disaster.  It's all on Gnarly Carly.

January 7 Commentary

So I took a very long break from Days because frankly it's just been a big drag.  I've really come to love Carly, so lately I've become a little wary of all the bullying.  Carly/CC is sort of like EJ/JS in the sense that she's doomed to be little more than an interloper for the couple Ken Corday has decided should be endgame. 

Obviously there are many problems with this, the first of which is that there seems to have been absolutely no point to everything that's happened between Bo/Carly and Sami/EJ over the past few months (see my surprise). The second is that you shouldn't ruin the end of a book if that book is going to continue spitting out volumes for at least another two years.  The third, of course, is that it's a huge waste of talent and chemistry.  Whether or not I'm a Carbo fan is irrelevant here.  The thing that makes a good triangle is that the viewer at times can be just as torn between two corners as the third is.  There's a whisper of that with Carly, Bo and Hope so why not take advantage of that, writers?  Why basically tell us that we're going to be riding across the finish line on Fancy's face two years in advance?