Fine, At Least You Can Pad Your Emmy Reel Whilst Breaking My Heart!
Dear readers, I have drafted so many posts in the past few days that I have not published. Mostly because calling them "posts" is an almost ludicrous overstatement. They are mostly things like "Is Sonny for real when he" and "Ugh, Felix, just enough": half sentences written while I trailed off, distracted by the Olympics*. As you know, this mania overtakes me every two years: I breathe the Olympics. I dream about them. I cry at the emotionally manipulative profiles NBC airs. I contemplate eating Chobani yogurt for the duration of the Olympics because Zach Parise is in their commercials, even though Chobani is my least favorite of the Greek yogurts. I rewatch ice skating performances. I can turn an innocent "How has your morning been?" into an exhaustive recap of the curling match I was watching before work (Curling is awesome, shut all of your faces). In most cases when I sit down to write "Wasn't Sonny so terrible when he [Insert terrible Sonny action of your choice here. Like "spoke"]", I can write an exhaustive list of terrible things Sonny did in the episode in question, but during the Olympics, it's more like "Wasn't Sonny so terrible and SPEAKING OF TERRIBLE, Lolo Jones!"
*I also had a post titled Carly and Franco and the entirety of the post was "Kill it with fire". That brevity was not due to distraction. It's...just how I feel. But that came across as too borderline (over the line? Can I see the line? Damn it, Franco, you've made me a crazy!) insane to post on its own.
So that is why I have been so blog-lame lately. I am not saying it's an excuse and I am certainly not saying I am a super-dork. I am just saying.
I am ALSO saying that as much as I dislike the way General Hospital is writing Robin off of the show--and I still do dislike it, like a lot--I was enthralled by the fallout in today's show. Kimberly McCullough and Jason Thompson are so good at the sparkly and romantic and bantery, but they are also equally excellent at the dark side of Patrick and Robin's relationship and moments during today's fight were so real and raw that it was almost like you were intruding on a real couple's real argument. They were fantastic--and so was the relentless way Patrick pointed out all of the CRAZY and the WHY of Robin's plan, with a constant parade of befuddled facial expressions.
Patrick: Your child has been without you for two years. I don't know how you could consider leaving.
Robin: What about Jason's child? What about the child he doesn't even know he has. Do you really think it's the right thing to do, ot let Danny grow up not knowing his own father?
Patrick: I don't care!
Patrick: I care about our baby, the one who slept with a picture beside her bed every night because she thought you were watching over here. What were you going to do, say "I'm sorry, Jason's son is more important than you".
Robin: That's not fair!
Patrick: Yeah, Robin, you're right, this is not fair.
Patrick: Jason is untouchable. I'm never going to get to Jason's level.
Robin: Just stop it.
Patrick: No, I get it. He's the most important thing in the world to you. I understand. But you don't understand--Jason was a gangster.
Robin: Jason has just as much a right to his life as you do yours.
Patrick: No, see, I don't see it that way. Jason risked his life every single day. If it wasn't a tumor, it would have been a bullet. It WAS a bullet.
Thank you, Dr. Drake. Thank you. As a token of my appreciation, please know that you have my vote in this year's Emmy race (please ignore the fact that I am not an Emmy voter and take the compliment at face value).
Between this and Dante's utter delight at finding out he is Ben's father (HOW CUTE WAS HE?! I can't even deal! I also can't deal with Nikolas and Britt's engagement and Elizabeth watching it go down with tears in her eyes, but that's the bad kind of can't dealing and I am trying to be semi-positive tonight), things are looking up in Port Charles. Perhaps it can carry over until tomorrow? Oh, who am I kidding, figure skating and hockey own me tomorrow. I'll try to at least check in with a "Dante was !!!!" or "Felix and Brad are like hmmm" half-formed thought or two, so, you know...stay tuned. See, sentences like that are why I am not in advertising...