So, last Tuesday, I had a moment (it was shortly after Siobhan found Aidan's paternity test results and decided not to say anything to Lucky about it) I found myself pounding my head against the desk repeatedly and imagining another six to nine months of everyone in town knowing this "secret" except for Lucky himself (much like Jake's paternity before it) and I contemplated ending it all - - my fifteen-year viewing history, my blog, my drinking heavily in the afternoon - - all of it.
And just about the time I decide to take a mental-health vacation from General Hospital (I am currently nine days sober), the universe threw me what is called a game-changer.
Bob Guza is well and truly OUT as head writer.
I should take a vacation from caring more often, this is beyond awesome.
With All My Children and One Life to Live on their way out and General Hospital likely to follow shortly, I understand why many fans are speculating that this was Frons way of protecting his buddy Bob Guza from being the captain who sank the Titanic (dude, he already is), but at this point I can't really get outraged about it because the bottom line is that viewers will be treated to a vast improvement (it has to be, right?) for however long we have left and that is something worth celebrating . . . . and over-using emoticons, I'm positively giddy.
Dagnabit, I just realized that I now have nine entire episode to catch-up on. Oh well, that's why God created weekends . . . and Arbor Mist.