General Hospital Weekly Blog
Who laughed their fool head off at the sound effects coming out of Lulu and Johnny's room? Poor Spinelli. The sound of sex was too much for the lad to bear. I'm hoping that Maxie invites him to move in now that Jason has asked him to leave. Allow me to backtrack a little to the scene in which Maxie moved out of Mac's house, will you? Did it melt anyone's heart as much as it did mine? Robin was wise and supportive of Mac even in the midst of her baby blues. Maxie told Mac that this would be good for him and I found myself feeling really sad for the guy. Has he ever lived alone? Now would be the perfect time to give him a woman, don't you think? I say Olivia!
I wish I cared more about Luke's plight. I love the guy and always give him wide berth with his screw-ups, but something about his pursuit of winning Tracy back isn't sitting right with me. Have I lost interest in their chemistry? I think perhaps I have. That surprises me because a few months ago when I was eagerly awaiting Laura's return I had to admit to myself that I thought Luke would (and should) remain with Tracy. Now that he has, I don't think it's working for me. Fickle soap fan, that's what I am.
My favorite line of the week came from a complete stranger! That's a first. It was the Federal agent. He started his line of questioning by saying, "The report reads like a wild west movie, only with Russians." That was just funny to me. He was clearly disgusted with what went down at the road house but kept an open mind while Sam and Jason explained. And, did you notice that this was the first time that Jason actually cooperated and gave long, complete answers?
So there you have it guys, everything that meant anything to me last week. You?
-Julie Clark Robinson
Julie’s General Blogspittle
(Week of December 8 – 12).
I’m going to lead with something that I’m certain will not make me too popular amongst our Liason fans. Sorry guys, but I had to agree with Carly (something I rarely do!) when she pretty much said to Jason, “Duh, didn’t you and Liz break up already for the safety of Jake?” Granted, he and Liz had recently dallied a bit with their fantasy of spending time together, but to me, when they decided to make Jake a Spencer they acknowledged that they’d never have a life together. I had compassion as their harsh reality came to fruition this week, but still, the so called ‘break up’ wasn’t really news to either of them, was it? Great acting, though. I actually felt their pain even as I was yelling at the TV for Liz to accept his 5 million bucks.
Now, I might as well disgruntle another set of fans while I’m at it. Just because Jason has walked away from Liz doesn’t mean he should get back with Sam. I mean, her life has value too, and what Jason should do is cozy up to his guns at night instead of a woman. I know that Sam can handle his lifestyle and all, but does that mean she should have a bull’s eye on her forehead? On a side note, when she put down that bag of groceries and started snooping in Sasha’s car I wanted to throttle her. Maybe she does deserve to have a bull’s eye on her forehead.
On to the rest of the characters! I had been pretty much dreading the onset of the Crowell family, but I found Aunt Raylene’s scenes to be sweet and insightful. I almost hated to see the old gal kick it. Nik’s tenderness to Nadine during her grief is sweet to watch. Well, once I got past the cow milking scene, that is. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see Nadine’s high school friend stop by wearing a suit and not at all resembling a farm hand. I’m Ohio born and bred and cousin Bo just about put me over the edge. I did own overalls once, but hey, it was the 70’s.
I’m still enjoying the shenanigans over at Sonny’s house. I always love to see a new set, so the dining room lunch was interesting to me. Did anyone notice Claudia tearing her panini into tiny bits as if she were a hamster making a bed out of it? A tad distracting to me, but still, loved the scene. As for Ric, I feel for the guy. I don’t think he stands a chance with the object of his twisted desire for the foreseeable future.