All I Want For Christmas Is Detective Price
I don't think I'm asking much. He's not even on contract, right? And why, pray tell, in a year full of One Life to Live thinking the most important thing in the world is to take all the eye candy they can find, concentrate them all into scenes together and give them primary storylines regardless of whether or not they are compelling characters or actors... why, in that kind of year, have they left this delicious delight on the extreme back burner? (Seriously, the dude's around less than Roxy! Which is almost never... sniff.)
I know full well it's too much to ask, but I just wanted to put it out there to Santa Claus that I would find Detective Theo Price to be a highly acceptably Christmas present.
Another present I'd accept happily? Ford's guilt. Hey Santa, could you hook me up please? If you could make it so Bobby Ford was the one who murdered Eddie in cold blood, that would be super. He could get a cell right next to Cole in prison and have at least a ten-year sentence as well. That would make me smile real big on Christmas morning. Or even better? Inez, James, Ford, Nate, and Todd can all have conspired together to kill him and can all be carted off to the slammer just before we ring in 2011.
Seriously, it was a day full of the whole Ford/Salinger clan today. And the worst part of the equation is when the Jackass Brigade have scenes together (Ford, Langston, James, Starr) since, though none are brilliant to begin with, each of them is made dumber by the others' presence.
That is a whole lot of vapid in one small apartment.
I have gotten to the point that seeing these characters in scenes generates a serious visceral reaction from me that's very, very ugly. Angry Queen Victoria had a lovely moment today when she told Echo, "If you use your drinking to get between my husband and me, you are gonna need a hell of a lot more than a Serenity Prayer to help you." Well, Vickster, if I use my drinking to get between myself and this Ford-dominated storyline, what will help me?
God grant me the serenity to tolerate Fords' Life to Live until, presumably, at least February sweeps.
And Santa? Just Detective Theo Price, please!