June 28th, 2001

mr. robin

There's a new Carly!

Around lunchtime yesterday this woozy feeling that had been in my stomach all morning was reaching its wooziest, so I decided to go home. I'm pretty certain that said woozy feeling could be more accurately described as "hunger", but I didn't want to take any chances.

So I got to watch General Hospital for the first time in many, many months. Luckily it was a day where they were showing juicy stuff, so I got caught up good and gasped and yelled "WHAT!?!?" a lot. A new character was introduced, and I KNEW the actor from somewhere. At first I thought he was from Another World, but I ended up deciding that he was the second Bo on Days of Our Lives, back when Days of Our Lives was still cool.

I figure I'm allowed to talk about soaps, because other people talk about wrestling, and they're very very similar. People like long-running, complicated stories. Like that actor that I recognized? He must have left DOOL when I was . . . lessee, sixteen or seventeen. So I got quite excited when I recognized him; it's like I'm in on something, you know? I think regular sports are like that too. I mean, you can sit and watch a game and enjoy it, but if you know the history between the two teams, and where the players have played before, and what kind of game they've been having recently, and all this other background information, then you can enjoy the game in an entirely different way.

Hmm. I guess everybody knew this already, but there ARE some people who would say that wrestling and soap operas are nothing alike. But those people are idiots. And are afraid to have someone think that they watch soap operas. Or wrestling. And I have no time for those people.
mr. robin


Rather than an Enemies list -- which is clever, but would be pretty useless for me -- I'd like a sort of second tier of Friends. There are people I like to look at and check up on, but don't want on my Friends list for whatever reason. Like Abescott (I like to pretend it's all one word), who's a little too prolific and every once in a while talks about poop or testicles or something without warning. Or raps for a page and a half. But I still like to read everything he says.