Celebrating Four Years of Semi-Professional Complaining
We are in surprisingly fantastic moods this morning. It's Friday, it's October (the official month of all things pumpkin) and it's our blogiversary!
When we started Serial Drama four years ago--on Blogger, and with anonymous nicknames!--we envisioned a place where we'd complain about soaps to each other and assumed that it would remain mostly unvisited, except for the occasional hit from people who had Googled "Why does Hunter Tylo's face look like burning?".
But to our surprise and delight, our experiment in soap bitchiness has thrived. Since 2006, we've written 1,450 posts, received a completely unexpected and awesome column in Soap Opera Digest, gained a fabulous new blogger and have been consistently amazed by our readers, who are smart, loyal and all-around fantastic. We can't thank you enough for reading, commenting, linking to, Facebooking and emailing us. Even when the emails are kind of mean--nay, especially when the emails are kind of mean.
So what happened over the course of the last twelve months? Let's take a look back at Serial Drama's fourth year.
There was some major casting drama. Eric Braeden let his contract negotiations play out very publicly and very crankily. Chad Duell suddenly replaced Drew Garrett as Michael Corinthos, while Christina Bennett Lind, Stephen Nichols and Billy Warlock also got in on the recast action. Some boldfaced names made their returns to soaps, from Jonathan Jackson and Vanessa Marcil to Rebecca Budig and, um, David Hasselhoff. Kish was written off of One Life to Live and thousands of hearts broke in the process. And David Canary chose to leave All My Children, which continues to be unbearably sad, although Adam Chandler leaving Pine Valley alive was more than we dared to hope for!
And there were other some sad losses. As The World Turns came to an end after 54 years, and the soap world lost James Mitchell and Frances Reid, who were the recipients of beautiful memorial episodes.
There were also the usual soapy shenanigans: Weddings, vow renewals and non-weddings, doppelgangers, soapy smackdowns, scene stealers and Sonny shooting his own son in the chest (but it's totally okay because he didn't know he was his son). Sonny, Victor, Todd and Ryan gave us even more reasons to hate them, and Bob Guza said a lot of things that we hate.
All My Children celebrated a birthday of its own, marking their 40th anniversary with a pretty fantastic episode and a spot in The New York Times Arts & Leisure Weekend (as always, Mallory is incapable of talking about this without stressing how tiny Susan Lucci and Rebecca Budig are. And now non-aging Debbi Morgan is. If we didn't love her, we'd have to hate her). As a present, they received the gift of common sense and finally (FINALLY) showed Charles Pratt the door.
The Daytime Emmys...well, they happened.
The vampire craze hit our corner of the internet with our coverage of True Blood.
One Life to Live did a few musical episodes and ABC Daytime discovered this thing called "the internet", giving us a series of webisodes wondering what would happen if some of our favorite characters met.
This was also the year of James Franco, which we are still having trouble coming to terms with. Remember how it started off with giddy glee ("OHMIGOD WHAT OHMIGOD! James Franco on GH? OHMIGOD") and then morphed into unintentional hilarity? Then there was an hour of television so warped and terrible that it resulted in the brutal end of a decade-long crush. What can't GH ruin?!
All in all, it was a crazy year here, on-screen and off, and we are excited for four more years and more!