You guys. You GUYS. To say that I profusely apologize for being an absentee soap-snarker does not even do it justice; I'm completely overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and shame over the amount of half-written posts that have piled up over the week and sat, ignored, while I was distracted by the Olympics and an insane amount of real life nonsense. And the thing is that there is SO MUCH that I WANT to say. I want to squeal over Dante and Lulu, and swoon breathlessly over John McBain, and make a variety of ill-timed references to Small Wonder while talking about Jason, and share with you my ideas for a comedy spinoff starring Heather and Todd. And I planned to do all of that until THIS:
Steve: So, my mother's accomplice wearing the mask -- you never saw his face?
I became all sorts of dumber after having heard this. We're lucky that I am still typing in full sentences and not just drooling on my keyboard, because I could actually feel my IQ plunge. I know he is fictional and that he has fictional malpractice insurance, but I worry about him performing surgery on fictional people and operating on their vital organs. Is there a fictional watchdog group we could inform about his difficulties with common sense? This is a fictional lawsuit waiting to happen.