A Very Belated Best and Worst

So once again my mask has slipped and hiding behind it is a huge, disorganized mess.  This was supposed to be up a couple of weeks ago when everyone else who was on the ball was posting their best and worst of 2012 lists.  Of course with holidays, and neck injuries and whatnot, our lists were delayed.  I take full responsibility for the fumble.  

Hey, wait a second... "Our"?  What "our"?  Who's "our"?  

"Our" is me and my guest-blogger, Dido, who is the woman behind the first half of this blog's "Best and Worst of 2012" list.  And, boy-howdy, did she ever go above and beyond the call of soapy, bloggy duty. My end of things will be up soon, but for now, and without further ado...

You'll Eat It and You'll Like It

“It’s much more interesting for the audience if no one is a super couple and there’s always the possibility that one [or both] legs of that couple could be wooed by someone else, and then it becomes a triangle.”

– Ken Corday tells viewers what they should want as oppose to what they actually want in an interview with Soaps in Depth

Okay. The first thing I’m going to say is that this is going to be brief. The only thing I'm going to touch on is the quote posted above.  I already feel like retyping that quote took up far more time than this show deserves from me right now.

The More I Know, The Less I Understand

Soap characters.  Sneaky ones, scheming ones, sweet ones, and not-so-sweet ones.  Small-business owners, and CEOs of major corporations.  People who built their empires from nothing, and people who inherited their many luxuries without ever having to put in an honest day’s work in their lives. Family-oriented men and corporate-minded women.  People who Macbethed their way up the ladder, and people who stepped up every rung without once stepping out of line.

When I say “people”, of course, I mean straight people.  Gay people have no time for all the aforementioned frivolities, like exploring different facets of their personalities, or nurturing/destroying relationships with friends/family/classmates/co-workers/etc.  They have their hands full teaching bigots and homophobes how to sing in peace and harmony.  Or at least that’s what Days seems to think.

From Daysaster to Disaster

 The ninth wonder of the world is that someone out there still
thinks Days could use more Rafe

I'm warning you in advance that this entry may be a tedious read because I'll be typing stuff as it's popping into my head, which is never a good thing.  Still, so much has happened since my last update that I felt like I needed to write something.  Explosions, death, destruction, groping, wormholes that have Salemites defying the laws of both time and space, elevator rescue foul-ups, resurrections, floral-print jeans, Gabi…

Where the hell was I?  I’ll tell ya where I was – drinking tea with my ass firmly glued to my seat.  I remained engrossed by it all; the good, the not-so-good, the awesome, and the infuriating.  And then the Daysaster and its aftermath came to a close.  And now we’re left with an altogether new kind of disaster.  But let’s talk about that later.  First… 

Law in the Afternoon

Every once in a while TPTB have me wondering if they still think I’m a senile old lady pushing ninety-nine who sits and watches her stories in the afternoon then heads off to bed when her eyelids are too heavy to safely continue her latest needlepoint, or the clock strikes 7pm – whatever happens first.

What is up with this disaster of a whodunit?  I thought the Diane Jenkins murder on Y&R last summer was handled badly.  Yikes.

For Whom the Bell Should Toll (Part II)

As promised, here's the second half of my list.  Today I'm a softer, gentler, mellower Diggy.  This afternoon I'm going to give these people a bit of a headstart before I give chase.

For Whom The Bell Should Toll (Part 1)

What the hell is happening behind the scenes now?

Looks like contract negotiations are getting a little rough with Peter Reckell.  KC, you can't go dicking around with people like Peter Reckell.  Your show can't handle that right now.  The guy has stood by you through thick, thin, and runny.

This is going to be a very quick entry, as I'm starving and I haven't had my tea yet, so I'm a little fuzzy-headed until a little caffeine dissipates the purple haze a bit.

So, very quickly, here's part one (I'm sure there will be a part two soon) of my list of cuts.