Of course the funniest feeling I had while watching yesterday's episode of General Hospital was actually not a feeling at all, but rather a lack of feeling. When I looked at Michael's face, I did not feel the need to punch it. It's not that he did anything special (or much of anything at all) but it was noteworthy nonetheless in that he did nothing infuriating. Like even a little bit. It's been a while. A long while. Possibly never? (I'd say he didn't infuriate me when he was a baby but, alas, I'd be lying. Does that make me a bad person? Finding a fictional baby infuriating?)
There were other funny feelings, too. Spinelli had some "wacky" scenes, and Mac acted exasperated by him -- par for the course kind of stuff, right? Well, normally such scenes make my eyes roll so far back in my head that I can see the nape of my own neck, but this time I was actually a little amused. The first reason I was amused was that it's fun to see a soapy catfight between men instead of women for once.
The second reason I was amused is that Matt is just freakin' hilarious. I reallylove Jason Cook in comedy mode (yay, Drunk Lamp-Admiring Matt!), and the way Matt kept saying, "Seriously?" to Spinelli made me a happy camper. An easily-pleased camper, but a happy one nonetheless.
Another funny feeling I had was not feeling the urge to take a giant sponge full of makeup remover to Maxie's face.
What's this? A woman who's been sleeping in a jail cell and her makeup isn't perfect and intact? What's next, a hospital patient without a perfect manicure? Jason waking up from surgery without a black t-shirt? (I kid, that's clearly asking too much!)
On the other hand, I do feel the need to put her in a different outfit. The fake jewel detailing on the top of that dress would totally be confiscated in jail anyway -- that's like thirty-five weapons right there!