The Curious Case of The Guy With The Name That We All Hate
So yesterday was a pretty uneventful episode of General Hospital, right? No big revelations, no appalling history rewrites, no atmosphere of seediness and grossness, and certainly no horrified viewer revulsion at home.
Ha, just kidding. Nothing is beautiful and everything hurts.
While I try to re-teach myself the English language, the memory of which fled my mind in panic after Wednesday's show ("OHMYGOD SHE'S GOING TO MAKE ME WRITE ABOUT THAT ICK. CAN'T DO IT, WON'T DO IT. LANGUAGE SKILLS, OUT!"), let's try to decide once and for all which bit of ridiculousness is the most ridiculous: is it the now-iconic "James Craig is Jerry Jacks! And now he's dead! Just kidding, he's not! But he is! And now he's not again! Plastic surgery and immortality, you are just too much!" ridiculousness or the "Franco is ALIVE! And still WEIRD. And now played by the guy who just played Todd except we're not even allowed to say the name Todd for legal reason. Is his canvas still murder? STAY TUNED!" ridiculousness? Or is all of the above completely meaningless to you because you've managed to deliberately repress every one of those sixty gross and terrible and Franco-filled minutes?