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July 1, 2008
I’m thinking of going into a new business.
It’s a surefire success; in fact, I could probably make millions as long as
I start out in Port Charles. I’m not talking about selling snake oil or
even bottles of Sonny’s Super Studly Swimmers. No, ladies and gents, what
I want to do is peddle door locks to the citizens of this lovely, yet
strangely trusting town. No more obnoxious ex-wives intruding on your night
in with the fiancé. No more strange mobster-types wheeling into your office
without so much as a knock. Peace, quiet, and safety can all be yours for
just $10.99 plus installation fees!
Lulu and Maxie’s reaction to Kate’s
engagement news was perfect. No shrieks of joy, no feigning of excitement,
just pure, well, non-reaction. The fact that her assistants, who are
essentially paid to please her, couldn’t muster up so much as a
“congratulations” without prodding should signal to Kate that marriage to
Sonny is not exactly a recipe for happiness. Plus, being around him for the
past year has brought out her inner tough girl and I don’t think that’s an
improvement on her character. I can’t really picture Kate Howard sharing
with everyone she met that Carly might be pregnant but I can see Connie
doing so.
Which leads me to ask, does Carly have a
miracle uterus? Granted, they are a dime a dozen in soap worlds but if she
is pregnant again, which I doubt, then she certainly has a high rate of
fertility for a woman who was told she couldn’t carry a child back in, oh
January or so. But then again, that happened during the strike and I think
we were supposed to forget everything written during that time. I must
have forgotten to drink the kool-aid again. Is that why I feel like I’ve
been transported to 1996? I swear I just heard Carly asking Jason to
pretend to be the father of her child. I must be watching too much Doctor
Who; I’m beginning to think I can time travel.
Robin’s arguments are getting increasingly
more ridiculous and obstinate with every passing day and I say that as a
Robin-lover. I’m beginning to fear that Patrick’s going to have to wear the
dreaded pregnancy pad before all this is over just so he can “understand”
where she’s coming from. I really hope this fight doesn’t continue until
the labor day but if it does, at least Patrick’s parental rights kick in as
soon as the child is born. I totally cheered him on when she presented the
petition for prenatal visitation. Robin just needs to accept that yes,
people can change and for the well being of her child, it’s really in her
best interest to accept that Patrick wants to try. Any number of studies
have shown that a parent does much better with two parents in their lives.
Why deny that to a child? She’s acting on a misguided desire to respect
Patrick’s choices but what she fails to accept is that he has now chosen her
and their child over his former playboy lifestyle. Wake up and smell the
diaper bags, Doctor Robin. Patrick already has.
Well, bust my buttons; the Emily Quartermaine
clinic is up and running already? I was looking forward to a month’s worth
of Nadine and Nikolas clowning around with hammers and dancing to the wacky
hijinks music. I guess Nik opted for a rush construction job instead, not
realizing how much laughter such scenes would have brought me. Darn princes
and their limitless incomes!
I think there was something going on at
Jason’s penthouse this week but really, it was all quite nonsensical. Can I
pretend the scab writers wrote that whole storyline, too? If not, I’m going
to have to consider the possibility of Spinelli being a prophet of doom and,
well…the scabs must have written the storyline. I’m sticking to that.
Anthony Zacchara, for all his burlesque
villainy, really can pull off threats well. If I were Alexis, I’d want to
move my children to an underground barracks. Or invest in a fancy-schmancy
door lock!
Have a fun, fireworks-filled holiday
everyone!
The Gourmez
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