He Can Talk English (And Well!) After All!
For the past few weeks, I have had a series of weird anxiety dreams which, as far as I can tell, have no real cause except for my being a weird and anxious person. Some of them are run of the mill anxiety dreams: I have someone waiting for me and I'm not ready and as I try to get ready, I seem to be moving in slow motion, or I have to take a math Regents and wouldn't you know it, I haven't been to math class all year and I don't even have my graphing calculator with me! And some of them are seriously disturbing: the other night, I dreamed that I drafted Tony Romo (in an early round!) for my fantasy football team; needless to say, I woke up in a cold sweat. Horrifying.
Then I was dream-worried that Kelly Thiebaud hated me, because of my relentless meanness. This dream sort of has the ring of truth to it--it's entirely possible that if she (or any soap actor or really any person, period) read this blog that the takeaway would be that I am a mean person. But I haven't been so critical of Thiebaud specifically--I like her! I think she's hilarious. It's not like she's, say...Bradford Anderson, whose character I've wanted written off the show since, oh, 2007 or so. In that case, I'd totally get the dream-hatred.
But--and maybe this is too little, too late--I will say that Bradford Anderson has positively been killing it this week. So good. Just so, so good. And as much as it makes me happy to be able to say that, it also makes me annoyed all over at the various writing staffs who have written Spinelli to just be the most irksome, horrible character in daytime. When you have an actor who can do THIS, why do you waste so much time on shtick and terribleness?
I'm finally caught up on GH, so more thoughts to come this week! Enjoy the Labor Day holiday, for those of you who have the three day weekend, and for those of you who don't, um...enjoy the return of all things pumpkin!