More Murder In Port Charles: Boredom Kills
I have been having a hard time writing about General Hospital lately.
Today, specifically, I am having a hard time writing about General Hospital because, with the rumors swirling that IT is next on the ABC Daytime chopping block, possibly axed in order to make room for a Katie Couric talk show (bust out your flannel shirt and sunflower adornments, the 90s are back!), I am feeling uneasy.
This week, in, ha, general, I am having a hard time writing about General Hospital because it is duller than...see, the show is so boring that my brain is beginning to turn to mush and I can no longer make a snarky retort about dullness! I've slogged through the entire week and have even taken notes, but while my notes usually contain something funny, or at least something to expand upon humorously in a full length post, the past few days have yielded no humor. I wrote that "Adrienne Barbeau's plan is even more convoluted than an M. Night Shyamalan move", which is just lame, and today, all I wrote was "Molly". What about Molly?! I'm wagering that I was noting that she was precocious and horrible, but I didn't even make a joke out of it! That is how bored I am! The whole week has been, like, "Sam and Jason something something...Dante...Something...Angry Luke...Brenda and Sonny something something...". In slow motion. On repeat.
I really need something to implode in an unrealistic, entertaining way. I was hoping that Sonny would get trigger happy, because that's always good for a rant. Oh, or for Carly to have a meltdown about something. But our best bet right now is Elizabeth rushing off to stop Lucky and Siobhan's wedding in order to tell him the truth about Aiden's paternity.
Seriously, girl SPRINTED out of the hospital after she got the news, which she reacted to with a pitch-perfect blend of surprise and disgust.
Elizabeth: Excuse me? Can you repeat that? Now? He's getting married right now?!
I hope there are fireworks and a big confrontation! Hell, I hope that she actually follows through and finally tells him. Although I am guessing that she will, since it is what her spiritual adviser would have wanted...
Elizabeth: I'm really happy you and Sam have decided to have a baby.
Jason: That's really nice.
Elizabeth: You're going to be an amazing dad, Jason and I will always be sorry I took away the chance for you to be a father to Jake.
Jason: We were all in agreement. It was better for Jake to grow up with Lucky.
Elizabeth: Except it wasn't. He didn't die because of the mob.
Jason: You gave him a good life. Don't look for excuses to blame yourself.
Elizabeth: Can I ask you a question?
Elizabeth: Knowing how this all turned out, would it have all been better if I had never told you Jake was your son? Or would you rather have known from the beginning?
Jason: The beginning.
So there is that to look forward to, at least. Or look forward to as much as we look forward to anything that happens on this show.
(And yeah, I am just going to ignore the whole "Jake would have been better off with Jason. Yes, he'd be surrounded by a near constant hail of gunfire, but at least he wouldn't fall victim to an ACCIDENT!" thing because it's too angry-making and ridiculous.)