The One With All The Heartfelt Talks
Last week, my computer abruptly died (right when I was in the middle of a long overdue post about General Hospital that, in the interest of full disclosure, was not a very interesting one and was mostly a list of things that had bored me about that day's episode, which I think was basically everything about it except for my mild curiosity about what Luke's deal is) and after I had a mini-meltdown ("I have so many FILES on there! I have so many PICTURES on there! I have so many PERFECT GIFS TO USE IN RESPONSE TO PEOPLE SAYING SASSY THINGS TO ME on there!" (Have hilarious television .gifs ruined the art of in-person discussion for anyone else? I answered someone's "What did you do this weekend?" question with a long discussion of a book I just finished and a rambling recap of my quest to find the perfect turquoise ottoman at Homegoods, and I wish I could have punctuated it with Stuart Smalley's "I am fun to be with" but alas), I asked my father if he could take a look at it, because he is a fixer of many things. And he did take a look at it and did fix it and sent me a text to let me know: "I got it running and will test it more tonight. I did some bloggering for you. Some general GH musing. I hate that Sonny!"
I laughed, mostly at the use of "bloggering" but also at how my relentless dislike of Sonny has even made an impression on my father, who tunes out most of my pop culture blathering. Either that or the general awfulness of Sonny Corinthos has even made its way to sports radio shows, which is entirely possible...I mean, he IS pretty bad.
That is a long explanation for why I have been MIA. I DID try to figure out a way to do it on my phone, but I say so many things and my phone's screen is too small for that and there came a point on Monday night (like fifteen minutes after the computer died) that I was reasonably sure I was going blind.
But I am not blind, which means that I got to watch today's show and listen to all of the heart-to-heart conversations people in Port Charles are having and I...have questions.
- Like the entire planet guessed the very minute he showed up in Port Charles trying to solve a crime from two decades ago, Nathan does have a connection to Nina: he's her baby brother. And Donna Mills is his mother. And his real name is James Reeves. And he's trying super hard to find out who tried to kill his sister, who loved him so much. I...okay. I feel like his vendetta would have had a little more oomph to it if he were Nina's son (could he still be Nina's son, except that he doesn't know it and the woman he thinks is his mother is actually his grandmother? The way they kept saying that Nina lit up around him makes me raise an eyebrow. I mean, I have much younger brothers and when they were the age Nathan was before Nina went into her coma, I sort of avoided them and cringed at the sight of them. There was no lighting up), although it IS kind of darkly amusing to think of this child at Nina's bedside vowing revenge while he takes a break from reading Sideways Stories from Wayside School.
- What is the backstory with TJ's mother? Do we know and I've merely forgotten it, which is entirely possible? Otherwise, we are left to speculate on how many awful life choices she made in the past that had a hitman-henchman lecturing her on "the life [she] lived" and the hole she crawled out of. Something worse than murder and supporting Sonny? Chilling.
- Poor Michael. Not only does he bear the great burden of choosing medical care for his father, but he OBVIOUSLY chose wrong in giving Patrick the go-ahead to perform a risky surgery. Did he not notice the depression beard, the dead eyes and the way that seemingly every syllable he enunciated was harsh and edgy?
This is only going to end one way, Michael, and that's with AJ in a persistent vegetative state, at best (especially since Sean Kanan is exiting). Good luck with grappling with your feelings of guilt and horror!
Although horror isn't exactly a new emotion for him. He IS Sonny's son, and Sonny is the kind of man who will rant angrily at the unconscious man he tried to kill.
Sonny: Damn you, AJ, for what you did to my son. Damn us both straight to hell! I hate that I broke my word to my son, you sorry bastard! Pulling the trigger felt right. I did what you did to Connie, but she died, you didn't. Where is the justice? Now you make Michael take responsibility for your miserable life? You're at the crossroads between life and death. I hope for Michael's sake you live, even if it means taking me down, but let me tell you something, you scum: I want you to die. Michael deserves a better father. You took Connie away! What more do you want? Die so I can keep my son.
I mean, yes, it is completely in character for Sonny to do this and I hardly expect him to keep AJ company and say, like, nice and calming things or even just sit in awkward silence. But it was still SO awful and it went on for SO long (and also, I'm sorry: I am still not buying that Sonny loved Connie that much. I'm just not. He was thinking about breaking up with her before she died, he hopped into bed with her cousins minutes later and sometimes when they say her name, even Ihave to seriously try to remember who the hell Connie was and I am quite a lot smarter than Sonny is!) and he is just the worst (non Franco division, of course).