Oh, Silver Fox. Never Change!
I am cold, and I am tired, and I am cranky, and I have "Touch My Body" stuck in my head on endless repeat, which is bad enough, except that I don't know any of the words, and it's just a garbled mess (are there actual words to that song, or is it just Mariah Carey trilling gibberish?) in my head nonstop, so obviously, I am not in a good place right now and I don't have the heart to take on the piece of EPIC BABY AND BUTTERFLY INFUSED FAIL that was the ending of today's All My Children right now, although I will take it on eventually because crap of that magnitude needs to be publicly humiliated.
It is at times like these that I wish Adam Chandler were a real person so he could be a guest blogger and eviscerate it in that way he eviscerates things:
Adam: Amanda has no heart, half a brain, and schizophrenia in her DNA. And that's the woman you want to entrust with Babe's sweet, gentle, loving little boy?
It was way harsh, made even more so because it followed fond recollections of Babe and implying that Babe is somehow greater and more trustworthy than someone else is pretty much the worst insult in the world, but the man has a way with words, you have to give him that.