I will start as I seem to do with every post over the last year or so, by apologizing for my nonexistent Days of Our Lives coverage lately. Real life, and my day job (which has the slight advantage over this side one in that it, you know, keeps me from being homeless), have kept me ridiculously busy. Fortunately, Mallory is hilarious and somehow keeps up on all her shows while producing awesome post after awesome post in addition to carrying on with her myriad real-life responsibilities. (I secretly suspect a meth habit, but don't plan an intervention until things slow down for me and I can therefore afford for her to be less productive. I am a good friend.)
But I know our Days-viewing readers have been deprived of late. (If "of late" = 2009.) However, what helps to balance out my abandonment of our weekly snarky sessions, I hope, is that this show? Got good! It's not perfect, but it is far superior to what it was, to the extent that even with months of episodes to choose from, I had difficulty finding things to make fun of. This kind of situation has the potential to alter my entire world view! If I can't make fun of Days, what am I supposed to do? Sit back and enjoy it? What is this, 1987? My bangs aren't nearly voluminous for that to be the case.
Anyway, with my crazy schedule I don't even have time to read Soap Opera Digest, the publication that kindly publishes our monthly rants. And I already didn't read online spoilers except in rare circumstances. So now I am basically completely spoiler-free, and I have to say, I highly recommend it. I've had a couple of surprises over the last few weeks alone, including Mickey dying and EJ being in on the kidnapping. I honestly didn't see that latter one coming at all. Maybe that's less that the writing is improved and more that years of watching soaps has finally done what my dad said it would (eaten my brain), but regardless: Go spoiler free! It's fun, it's less time-consuming, and it will make you lose weight and help save the planet!I started watching Days in 1986, by which time Mickey Horton was already one of the show's elder statesmen (along with his dad Dr. Tom Horton -- sniffle). I had sensed with the recent increased mentions of Mickey that the show was planning to have him die, but it was still a jolt when Maggie announced he had passed away. This is largely due to the fact that Suzanne Rogers freaking rocks.
When Maggie took the wedding ring off Mickey's finger, I might have teared up.
And I am a sucker for flashbacks of all varieties, including those from before I was watching (and perhaps even before I was born).