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I keep watching GH thinking that there will be something worth commenting on. I don’t know why I feel that way - truly nothing that I’ve seen lately has done jackshit to make me feel it. So I figured I would write about something that stood out as exemplary, even if it was moronic. Easy pickings, right?

But my life has been anything but predictable lately – too much stuff going on and not enough control over any of it. Not unlike a soap opera in that respect. Regardless, I just can’t seem to string together enough coherent thoughts about any one particular topic, so ya’ll will just have to deal with my schizophrenic railings. I’m sure some of you will wonder what the difference is anyway between that and what I usually write – the sad truth is, not much.

So for your edification, clarification, comment, hatred, and hardcore ranting pleasure – it’s Kelly-Time…

Tamara-who? That seems to be the general feeling on one of the most interesting and frequently updated GH message boards. The board’s not usually so kind to newbies in any incarnation, but it seems that Jennifer Bransford’s already got her some not-so-secret admirers. Good for her and good for Tamara Braun whose last airdate coincidentally coincided with her birthday. While the group was wishing one of them well, they seem to be welcoming her recast with more warmth than was to be expected for such a pivotal recast. I haven’t made a decision about JB’s Carly yet, but aside from those distractingly ripped arms she’d been sporting in that sleeveless dress, anyone who can walk on the set from day one and stand toe to toe with Maurice Benard and Ted King (not to mention look like she could kick the crap outta one of them!) has got my attention!

The new opening – wow, after waiting for months and months for the initial revamping of the GH opening, right down to and including the butcherization of Dave Koz’s Faces of the Heart, the counting of individual actor’s shots, the notable absence of a group female shot and the dissection of the meaning of Tony Geary’s somewhat disgusted walk away from the final shot… and now we’ve got an updated version? Whoa – wasn’t expecting that. Jennifer Bransford’s been added, in almost the identical shots and wardrobe as Tamara Braun’s Carly. Reese is in, Ned is out. Faith and Lois are out, Diego’s in. New shot of TG, new arrangement of characters leading some to question possible new couplings… it’s all – dare I say it – good.

Billy Warlock didn’t start out being one of my favorite actors/characters. But let’s face it, he wasn’t supposed to be. From day one he was the evil to Jason’s pureness. Jason was the illegitimate one, yet Monica loved him like she should have loved her biological son with Alan. Alan never held A.J.’s questionable paternity over his son’s head – no, he held it over Monica’s. But A.J. was always the fuck-up. In school, with girls, with his parents, he just didn’t get it. He was always coming up short (sorry BW, but you’re a schpunt height-wise). It played into his psyche. He manipulated, he exploited, he lied, plotted and schemed… and he was good at it. Oh, he wasn’t always a schmuck. I think he genuinely loved Nikki Langton. But after that he was always someone’s second choice, even when he came first (Keesha, Carly and Courtney). After he shellacked Jason’s brains all over that rock it was all over in terms of what he could get away with and we’ve never let him forget it. He started whining a lot then. Oh poor me, no one loves me, you all wish it had been me with my gray matter pureed, bitch, bitch, bitch.

Well you gotta hand it to BW, he took his lemons and made lemonade. Before he left this last time he mentioned in articles that his golf game had improved since he’d signed his last contract. *snicker* It seems TIIC always dangle the promise of a hot upcoming storyline to keep those guys in their places during negotiations. So he signed, and waited, and waited. They assassinated the character when they had him run off with the Q money and Lydia (WTF?). Now he’s back and having the last laugh – well almost. I’m still not sure who all is involved in this dicey little drama, but you havta admit that A.J.’s a pretty smart cookie when it comes to fucking everyone who’s ever fucked him over. He got them all – Jason, Carly, Sonny, Courtney (I guess Ric and Alexis were thrown in for good measure – whatever) even his parents who actually mourned their son when he was lying quasi-dead in the Bahamian morgue. It was pretty clever y’know, get Faith to do the dirty work, die so no one can suspect you had a hand in anything then pull a little Cassadine-esque brainwashing to get your kid back. But that’s where the plan hit a little glitch.

Y’see, A.J. forgot that he’s technically a loser. So off he’ll go to Llanview or Pine Valley or Genoa City, wherever it is that he’s headed. He’ll be in the witness protection program there and get a new identity and a whole new set of friends. Meanwhile, I’ve enjoyed A.J.’s rat finkiness and how he screwed over Sonny et al, even for just a little while. Bravo Mr. Warlock – way to go.

‘Til the next time I feel like it.

KellyB