March 25, 2008
I felt
so embarrassed for Dr. Andy when Nikolas freaked out on the operating
table. What kind of anesthesiologist can’t keep his patient under? Of
course, that whole experience just solidifies my resolve to NEVER go to GH
for an operation. You probably couldn’t have a colonoscopy without
flatlining.
Sonny’s level of crazy has been steadily increasing the past month or two.
If he keeps going on this way, he’ll be shaving his head and kidnapping
Robin in no time. There’s got to be some sort of plan behind his behavior,
right? He’s torching buildings, kidnapping people without a shred of
evidence, and not listening to the Holy Hitman’s words of wisdom. It’s just
unusual for Sonny, though I suppose is more true to character for a mob
boss. He’s definitely due for a fall of some sort. The man is awfully
comfy with his power these days; he was even threatening men in front of his
father! I miss the Sonny of yore who knew he was poison and pushed people
away because of it. If this recent bout of lunacy is heading back towards
that, then I’m all in.
It is
time for Claudia to start acting on her big talk. She hasn’t done anything
but sleep with Sonny, cry, and share inappropriate chemistry with her
brother since she came to town. Get to work, girl!
I’m
still dumbfounded as to how Carly drove to Michael in less than 30 seconds.
Did Diego learn how to warp time in addition to his HVAC and bomb-making
skills in the last year? She also managed to get the whole story out of
Michael in less than a minute. Who knew she had such sweet parenting
skills? It took my mother days to get me to admit when I painted a cabinet
with nail polish.
Did
anyone else find the scene when Wes from Everyday Heroes was just going on
and on and on about their temporary host quite strange? It’s one thing to
try and make Sam jealous but he just couldn’t shut up about the woman. If I
were Sam, I’d have told him and his fantasizing to “get a room!” Geesh.
My
favorite line of the week: Rick saying, “Do me a favor; don’t call me
crazy. I’m a little bit sensitive about that subject.” Sometimes I miss
crazy, kidnapper Ric. He kept things interesting!
Wasn’t
it lovely to listen to Robin admit her fault in hiding the paternity? It’s
so cathartic when characters actually address their own hypocrisies.
Carly’s little dream of pool with Jason served little purpose but to remind
me that, at 27, I’m insanely jealous of Laura Wright’s decade older body.
Now
for a quick history of my feelings on Jasper Jacks:
The Brender Years--I hated
him.
The V Year—I thought he was an
idiot for not dating her.
The Chloe/Skye/Courtney
Years--I tuned out.
The Spencer Year--I tuned back
in just in time to remember that I hated him.
The Last Two Weeks-- I think I
may have just fallen in love with dear old Candy Boy, after all. Listening
to what he’s had to say about Michael’s upbringing and playing second fiddle
to All Carly’s Mobsters has been sweet music to my ears. Yeah, yeah, it’s
sad he lost another child, but really, is that a small price to pay for my
affections?
I’m
totally bummed that Jason’s hand will soon be just fine and dandy. The
injury had such good storyline potential! Oh well, we’ll just have to keep
searching for his kryptonite.
May
I just say I love the idea of Maxie working for Kate? Here’s hoping we have
a scene of the two of them dressing up Diane and Alexis soon!
The Gourmez
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