There is so much that I want to say about General Hospital these days--like WHAT is the deal with Kiki and why am I supposed to believe that anyone, let alone two different guys (albeit two different guys each with some sort of personality defect, to put it mildly) would be so enraptured by her that they were willing to turn to marriage and incest? And WHO is William DeVry's character, really? I know he's the new big boss at Crimson but is he going to have a secret Port Charlesy history and also, will I ever be able to forgive him for all of the horrors Michael Cambias committed on All My Children because I hold grudges against fictional characters like you would not believe and it's actually a little embarrassing for me to say it so let's just move on. And did anyone else get semi-charmed by Spinelli's bafflement over "The Britch" and then eventually his aptness for casually using it in conversation? And what about the utter adorability of Maxie's dress, which I need to own (or own some variation of it because colorblocking is the best). And, of course, the fierceness of the impeccably accessorized Dr. Obrecht. And those are just from today's show!
But the past few days have been so insanely busy that I haven't had time to say any of it. It's been a crazy, crazy summer and there have not been enough hours in any of these days for me to get anything that I'd like to done. And there are moments that I'm so tired that I can't even speak and you all know that when I get to talking, I can TALK. Like, endlessly. So it's been nuts. The good news is that things should even out over the next few days and the blogging hiatus can come to an end and we can all discuss the goings-on in Port Charles all judgmentally and bitchily. Thank you for your patience!
Let's end this drive-by posting with a moment of SHOCK: Sonny Corinthos and the sense-making!
Sonny: Don't tell me it was Franco. Was it that freak that's pulling stunts on everybody? Because that's the opposite of reliable.
I like to think that he got sick of the constant "DUH!" comments and wanted to school us on the fact that he totally knows things and knows what both opposite AND reliable mean! Way to be, Sonny! I won't even harp on your blatantly innacurate assertion that "[you] don't love [Morgan] any less than [you] do Michael" because that is such an obvious falsehood that I almost guffawed. Like, I buy that he loves Morgan or at least tolerates him (I can understand this, to some extent. It IS his son and non-rapidly-aged tween Morgan WAS so cute) and totally loves him much more than he does Kristina, but Michael and Morgan on the same level? I don't think so. That's the opposite of true.