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.

Dames of Our Lives: She'll Get Hers

Every once in a while, Alex just dazzles me.

Sometimes he’ll go on endlessly about computers, gadgets, robots, military history, politics, or zombies, and my poor, drug-addled brain will have the hardest time wrapping itself around whatever the hell he’s talking about.  Not to say we don’t have hundreds of other things in common.  In fact, one of the things we have in common is Y&R, much to the surprise of just about everyone we know.

How the hell did that happen?

Days of Our Lives: Why Should I Cry For You?

So.

Anything interesting happening on Days right now?  Yes and no.

Originally, this blog entry was going to be five hundreds words worth of me railing against the Alamainia storyline because, seriously, what the fuck?  All I’ll say about the Alamainia storyline is this – it’s embarrassing. So very embarrassing.  I actually have to try to watch the show around Alex’s work schedule so he doesn’t catch me watching it.  I’m actually ashamed of it.  It’s like being caught watching porn.  The storyline is just as ridiculous and just as badly acted as porn (though the egg would vibrate and be up someone's ass), so I’m not that far off in my comparison.  I’m enjoying it far less though, let me tell you. Not that I watch porn, or anything…but…um…

 

You disgust me. I hate you. Now kiss me.

How many couples can you name who started off as two people who hate each other and ended up as two people wanting to tear through the other’s clothes and hit on the nitty-gritty like a lion ripping into a zebra?  Tons, right?

YES!

 

First of all, take angry sex off the list – those instances when an otherwise relatively stable couple has a huge fight (which also serves as foreplay), then kiss to relieve the tension and make it all better.