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There has been so little going on over here in GH/HouseLand that the Great Web Owner in the Sky has given me a new little assignment. Actually it's not so small. Here's a clue.
So, until I get my sealegs over there, this place may be a bit quiet. It's not that I don't love you all equally. It's just that the show has not thrown me any bones recently. :-P
As far as plots go:
Carly throws Michael the Evil Child a birthday party. Sonny gives him a highly dangerous and inappropriate ATV. Carly and Jason warn Emily and Sonny off of each other, respectively. Jason is quite adamant. It's really a very clear and unusual ultimatum, "Leave my sister alone."
Jax is accused of running the Evil Dr. Meadows down in the parking lot of GH. (I had a flash to Anica seizing in the parking lot of PPTH, actually.)
Turns out he didn't do it. So who did?
Alexis deposes Sam about Manny and rags on her that she has no visible means of support other than Jason so the likelihood is that she's biased and her testimony is influenced by his desires.
Other than the whole incredible "I was appointed to represent him, Sam" business, Alexis is really being the voice of reason. I lurve her.
(Please don't get me started on how legally challenged this show is. Just run with it.)
Noah Drake is still rocking the "house" with his character and Springfield's acting. He gets drunk at the MetroCourt and lectured by his old flame, Bobbie Spencer, RN.
Well, son? I take a quaff now and then myself. But if I ain't lookin' for a lecture I keep it out of the lobby of the only swank hotel in town. Ya know what I'm sayin'? Yer bound to get grief if it's 10 o'clock in the morning and you're suckin' down a martini with standing orders to the waitress* to "Keep 'em comin'."
Seriously, man.
That can't be good for you.
Actually, now that I think about it, Noah looks more and more like he's crying out for help.
Could the writers have that much foresight?
Oh.
Wait.
No.
And that, my lovelies, is the entire three day synopsis. Sad, huh?
I promise to keep y'all updated as we go along.
*Speaking of the waitresses/ers at the MetroCourt what the HELL are they wearing? Jax had a drink at the bar the other day and the male bartender was wearing something that looked like it came out of "The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover." Don't get me wrong. I love that film. But the costumes are kind of, er, remarkable. And hats off (hee) to Helen Mirren for being able to pull that outfit off without a hitch. God, I adore her. Even if she did make some desparaging remarks about the most beloved city of my birth and home the other day. Hon? We're just a little suth'rn village with a lot of unwanted guests.
2 Comments:
Okay, I have to squeal in delight at Robing decking the evil "b" Carly! At the tag, I yelled, "Slap the [insert bad word], never figuring theyd listen to me! Next day, WHAP! Yeah! I got so much vicarious pleasure from that moment :)
LOL
I thought a slap was coming. It's been a while and it's one of GH's trademarks.
I really like Dr. Buttmunch so I'm glad he's conflicted by what he saw and overheard about Robin's HIV + status.
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