Days of Our Lives: 2009 in Review
I was a seriously derelict Days blogger this year. (Uh, last year. See, I am so far behind that I don't even know what year it is.) So anyway, this Year in Review is less "here is a summary of what happened on the daytime soap opera Days of Our Lives this year" and more "here is a summary of the 3.5 posts I did about the daytime soap opera Days of Our Lives this year, which cover approximately 7% of 2009's story arcs and focus heavily on how many hot men are on the show and how bad James Scott's hair was through mid-summer." Thank you for your understanding.
So here we go; 2009 in very brief and incomplete review:
Days started the year off on a couple of veteran-canning notes, first ignominiously writing off John and Marlena (if you can even call that writing), then by sending the recently returned Steve and Kayla off into the sunset without really writing them off at all and making for awkward conversations about how they were just hanging out around town and then in some new undisclosed location.
In March, basically everything on the show was still bad. Among other things, Chloe and her ginormous hair talked to God and/or ceiling tiles a lot, tragic things happened to James Scott's hair, Bo had ridiculous psychic visions, Melanie was a grating caricature of a character that made my kicking foot itch, and there was a super-hot bartender that we have inexplicably never seen nearly naked again.
Until her recent character pseudo-rehabilitation, the only thing I liked about Melanie was when she got smacked in the face by nasty hospital food.
During this rather dull early-2009 era, I did manage to find an episode of Days that I loved. That it was from 1988 should probably not come as a surprise. You should feel free to still be shocked by the 80s hair and wardrobe, though.
James Scott continued to sport very, very bad hair.
By June, despite the mostly glacial pacing of most of the stories, there were several things I was starting to enjoy, and Days continued to improve for pretty much the rest of 2009. Yeah, I was pretty dumbfounded by that turn of events, too.
Grace died. I ruined my rep as a heartless bitch (well, at least the heartless part) by admitting it made me cry.
In July, I was liking lots of things, including hot shirtless men, Duh Face of the Year contenders, Max leaving town, and hot shirtless men.
Louise Sorel returned as Vivian. And I haven't blogged anything about that since, but there have been moments of awesomeness.
Joe Isuzu plays Chad's father. I have no idea what compelled me to post about that. I blame the then-heat wave.
After the baby switch reveal, Sami slapped Nicole. It was glorious.
I cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die promise that a new, substantive Days catch-up post is forthcoming. If nothing else, I have to discuss the insanity of Lauren Koslow's hair, and how I keep getting lost in Wally Kurth's dimples.