Last week, my dog somehow injured his paw and I came home to him limping and holding up his front leg in the most pathetic and heart-tugging manner. Long ($450) story short, his discharge instructions from the emergency vet said that he came into the clinic "suffering from acute lameness." When I read that I was all "OMG, just like General Hospital!!!" Thank god I didn't say it out loud. At least I think I didn't. I don't know. This show makes me do crazy things, you guys.
I haven't blogged about this mess in a couple of weeks, so rest assured there is lots of acute lameness ahead. The show, not my blogging. Or, well...no promises.
Obviously the biggest twist since I last annoyed you with my GH musings is Ian shooting Michael. To be honest, my combination of cold dead heart + dislike of Michael Corinthos = wouldn't really have objected to the Michael-gets-shot storyline. I wouldn't have loved it, mind you, but I probably wouldn't have been all up in arms and ranty like I sometimes get. But Bob Guza's "explanation" for the storyline is so appalling, so outrageously out of touch with decency, that I am now going to hate it -- and him! -- with a dedication I've heretofore reserved for certain politicians and Louis Vuitton logo bags.
I cannot in any way improve upon Mallory's awesome dissection of Guza's assiness, so I won't try. I will point out that her brilliant post has gone on to become the most commented-on in Serial Drama's history. The post and comments have me a little concerned, though...do I understand that you all have a few somewhat negative feelings about this soap opera? You really should express them! I had no idea.
Let's start off in familiar territory: Back in mobville, Sonny continues his quest to extend his Duh Face of the Year title.