Playing Catch-Up With A Limp

It's been just over a year since I last updated [enter rolling tumbleweed, stage left].  I'm not going to get into the specifics of why.  The show bugged me.  People bugged me.  Well...more than usual, anyway.

With EJ and Sami gone, I've been freed from shipper hell.  Mind you -- I didn't like the way it happened, but it happened.  Once soap shipdom security escorted me out of the theatre, I felt like a fog had lifted.  And beneath that fog, the show became...Well, it's still shitty.  But the good news (for me) is that I can now watch the show without having an aneurysm.  It's a soap, and getting angry is one thing, but becoming so emotionally invested in it that it's still getting under your skin hours after you've read an interview, stumbled on a spoiler, or watched an episode, means it's time to take some steps back.  And maybe also a sedative.  At the time, my professional writing career was less stressful, and that's involved so many things that terrified and continue to terrify me.

To make a long story slightly less long, I'm going to try to get back to blogging about Days.  As a non-shipper.  You're welcome to join me, if you're interested.  Or not -- I'll be here no matter what.  *Sniff, sniff*.

I'm totally kidding.  I'm fine.

Because I only just started properly watching the show again last week, I figured I'd give myself a little more time to familiarize myself with the longer story arcs before I launch into complai-- er, commenting on single episodes.  I'm rusty.  Really rusty.

Here's what I know --

Day of Laze

So I have to be honest with you -- I didn't want to write this post.  I didn't even want to bother with a title graphic, though that might change later.  We'll see.

Here's why -- I'm not angry.  Not because I don't think Sami and EJ's exits weren't ridiculous, but because I stopped caring about this show and the characters on it almost a year ago.  So the problem here is that I'm going to be serving up commentary on a show that lost my daily viewership eons ago.

Is it fair to the show?  No.  Do I give a shit?  Bigger no.  The show has treated its fans, and actor after actor, with a similar amount of fairness.  So if you're reading this now and thinking, "What right do you have to judge a show you haven't been watching regularly for a year?", I have two words for you: eat me.  It's my blog and I'll snark if I want to.  If you're determined to hang around until the bitter end, then yay!  Let's get some shit done!

You Had One Job, Days

"Sami had discovered that her 'perfect' mate, EJ, had a wandering eye and had been unfaithful to her for months.  But instead of what most women might do in such a situation: confront her disloyal husband (fiance in this case), throw a couple of vases in his direction, or go the more civilized route of seeking advice from a marriage counselor, my mother chose another direction entirely."

Let's ignore the grammar goofs and the fact that it's factually incorrect ("unfaithful to her for months"?), and let's focus on what, according to the writers of Days, most women might do if they discovered their significant other had fucked a cheese doodle. 

Sex and the New Age, Bitter, Single Bitch

Ah, the internet.

Obviously, it's been a while since I last blogged.  I'm going to be frank here - I stopped watching back in November when it was clear to me that the writers decided to once again yank the rug out from under Ejami fans.  As a shipper, I was furious.  As a lover of soaps, I did an awful lot of eye-rolling.  Let's face it -- Days, as hard as they try to bring the show out of the dark ages and into the light of the 21st century (and I'm really giving them the benefit of the doubt here when I use the word "try"), are just incapable of writing for women.  But are they incapable, or just too fucking lazy to give it a shot?

For Whom the Wedding Bells Toll

The wedding blow-up was heavenly, wasn't it?  So much fuckery of the intentional and unintentional variety made up for the fact that someone decided to break up all the soapy action, not just with commercials, but also with Cameron not stripping and Abiwail sticking her nose all up in sphincters it doesn't belong in.  Know what, though?  The wedding cake was so good that I was more than willing to eat around the hair.

Here Comes the Snide: An Ejami Engagement

I know I haven't updated in some time, so, first off, I'm going to apologize for that.  I can't really blame the show.  There's been plenty to write about, both positive and negative.  Lately I've been feeling like everything I write these days is crap, so I wasn't blogging.  But then I thought about how I watched Days at its near-worst and figured if they could frequently put out crap and still maintain an audience, maybe there's a slim chance I can, too (even if this entry is a lot shorter than I wanted it to be).

Is that an intro, or is that an intro?

Lights On, Clothes Off

Ta-da! I said I'd see you on Thursday, and I actually managed it! Go me!  I'm going to have to keep this relatively brief, though, as I've got a hot Skype date tonight and a couple of writing projects to research for. I hope you still find it's still worth the read, though.