What I Watched Today
(random, rambling thoughts on today’s TV)
General Hospital
Who knew Silas’s apartment had such a revolving door and had so much going on there? I won’t be hiring Rick the weasel as an attorney any time soon, since I’m guessing he should have known about Silas’s claim to Nina’s money. Did he do no research?
Madeline: “I will admit there was some ambiguity about [Nina’s] death.” Ha-ha-ha! Like Mark Twain, the report of her death was an exaggeration.
Ok, Morgan is a total idiot. He needs to stop begging whining, and make an exit like a man. Dump him now, Kiki. Please. Thank you.
Well, Silas did say “over my dead body.” It’s probably not good to throw a phrase like that around when you’re dealing with diabolical people. It makes sense that Madeline did it. Donna Mills probably has another engagement. Too bad she can’t take Rick with her. And Morgan. Why does Madeline keep calling Nathan “James?” I’m confused enough.
Not bad for a Monday. In the old days, they always waited until Tuesday for a reveal, but just like the TV seasons, they now just throw it up in the air and see where it lands.
The Real Housewives of the OC
What is wrong with this group? Why is it incomprehensible that someone would choose an alternative to chemo for treating cancer? And why is it unfathomable that someone doesn’t want to discuss a personal topic with the world? Do you not remember that you’re not the only ones at the table? We’re watching too.
Vicki never wants to see Meghan again. Me neither. Now Meghan stirred the sh*t and she’s all weepy. Ho-hum. Meghan claims not to be coming from “a place of malice,” but then calls Vicki a bitch the second she leaves the room. I could spend this whole post just writing “I hate Meghan” a la Jack Torrance in The Shining. Geez, by the time I was 30, I managed to comprehend that there are as many ways to live as there are people. Not that I think she should, but at least Nene fom Atlanta Wives has a reason to feel superior. What has this woman done with her life? Marry rich? Oh, congratulations on something no one else in Orange County has done. Let’s synchronize our watches and count down until her divorce.
And what the blip are “judgey eyes” anyway? This twit is the most judgmental thing I’ve ever seen. All over.
Tamra and Eddie are having a “sex party” to promote their new workout video. For not being on the show this season, Lizzie is sure in a lot of scenes. Maybe she’s the next Countess. OMG, now Meghan is faulting Vicki for wearing white, saying she wore it for the attention and to give an f-u to the party theme. Tamra wanted them to wear their sexiest outfits and Vicki’s dress is all lace. I guess it wouldn’t occur to judgey brained Meghan that it might be Vicki’s sexiest outfit. Duh. Who wrote the rule that a sexy dress has to be black? The video turns out to be pretty funny. It’s kind of like that joke where you think the two people are going at it, but it really turns out to be a dentist and a patient. This time it’s Tamra and Eddie, but they’re really exercising.
Vicki says the party is like Moulin Rouge gone to hell, and I tend to agree.
I don’t think I’d want to eat sushi off of some naked person either. Heather, Shannon and I totally agree on the unsanitary aspect of that. Vicki is actually trying to talk the naked sushi girl into going to college and getting a real career.
If Tamra wants to be taken seriously as a Christian, it might be a good start to let her husband know what’s going on. He seemed pretty startled when she said she wanted to get baptized. Why would she think Eddie would be unsupportive? Eddie is one of few reasons I don’t think she’s a total loss. Here’s another clue, Vicki’s reactions to Meghan might be “over the top” (although I don’t think so), but she just lost her mother. She doesn’t want to hear about losing her boyfriend. Everyone just follow Eddie’s example – be supportive and shut up. Come to think of it, Meghan says she’s a Christian too. Is this some special kind of California Christian that I don’t know about? Like they secretly follow Jesus, but act like a-holes to the rest of the world? <Heaving huge sigh.>
Leech therapy on your stomach for more youthful skin? Really, Heather? And your doctor husband is on board with this? What’s next, the blood of young virgins? And I guarantee, even if Demi Moore does this, she’s also had work done. Hmmm…wait a second. Weren’t you one of the ones questioning Brook’s decision on the alternative cancer therapy? At least it doesn’t involve an insect that sticks to you like a…leech. I’m game for a lot of things, but this isn’t one of them.
What is with Meghan and her husband that they think everyone needs to “prove” things all the time? I love how Meghan keeps saying that “the psychic” is the one who said Brooks didn’t have cancer, when she’s the one who keeps repeating it. And actually, that’s not what he said. He said “might not” and then quickly back pedaled. This girl is the same kind of girl who sits down between you and the guy you’re interested in, turns her back to you and excludes you from the conversation. Then later acts like she didn’t see you there. True story. It happened to me. But I got the guy anyway because that behavior is not attractive. What Meghan also doesn’t understand is that this group of “old women” has seen her type before and has her number.
Hubby just told Meghan to “zip it.” This is turning out better than I thought. Anybody else notice he was playing with his wedding ring during the car ride home? And he could barely looked at her. DUN-DUN-DUNNN! HA-HA-HAAA!
The really horrible thing is, I’ll bet Meghan is going to have a conniption if Brooks’s treatment works. It’s probably more important for her to be right than for this guy to live. She’s what Dr. Phil calls “a right fighter.” She calls it “love of justice”; I call it bullsh*t. Ooh, even better, apparently hubby told Brooks that they’ve been married for 4 months and 2 of those were “challenging.” Challenging is the word we now use for anything difficult or painful, and he hardly knows Brooks.
Thank God Devious Maids is over with for a while. For both our sakes. I’ve rambled enough.