Was it just me or did anyone else think that Nicole’s wedding nightmare could have been more over the top? Seriously, she’s marrying an Englishman named Elvis Aaron Dimera. A callback to John and Susan’s wedding of the damned would have been nice. I know dentures flying into a glass of bubbly is hard to [...]
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Wedding of my Nightmares
Posted in Days of Our Lives on April 12, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Alas poor Tony
Posted in Days of Our Lives on March 28, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I love Tony, don’t get me wrong, but doesn’t it seem like he’s getting a better sendoff than marquis couple, John and Marlena? At least Tony is going out with a bang…or a rusty nail to the heart. Ugh, that was gruesome. Now, I’m not the best Days viewer. I confess to being liberal with [...]
Hanging Up
Posted in Days of Our Lives, Things I disagree with, Unjustified Outrage on March 23, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I can’t deal with it anymore. Seriously, why does everyone in Salem have the same cell phone? I get that times are tough, but do you know how jarring it is when one character calls another character and they are talking on the same exact handset model? Look, I understand that everyone in Salem is [...]
The Godfather
Posted in Days of Our Lives on March 22, 2009 | 3 Comments »
The character of Tony Dimera has always fascinated me. I mean, for most of the time I’ve watched this show, Tony was actually his evil cousin, Andre. The real Tony was involved in some sort of tropical island threesome complete with mai tais. So John and Marlena put on their resort wear (read: mixed denims) [...]
Salem’s Finest
Posted in Days of Our Lives, Shows that I would like to see on March 11, 2009 | 5 Comments »
After what seemed like an eternity, Hope was reinstated as a police officer. I’m pretty psyched, if only for the reason that Hope is, without a doubt, the best cop in the entire city. It would have been interesting for her to go into the PI business with Steve, but since he and Kayla were [...]
Watching Days of Our Lives is hard, y’all
Posted in Days of Our Lives on March 1, 2009 | 4 Comments »
How sad is it that I was way more excited about the two-part Girls Next Door finale than my favorite soap opera? Honestly, if you would have told me that one day I would be more upset about Kendra leaving the mansion than the monstrosity that is EJ’s hair, I would have called you a [...]
It’s Melanie’s World, we just live in it
Posted in Days of Our Lives, Shows that I would like to see on February 22, 2009 | 2 Comments »
In a time where Miley Cyrus has to show up at the Academy Awards and the words “High School Musical” and the “Jonas Brothers” have regretably infiltrated my vocabulary, the fact that Days of Our Lives now revolves around an 18 year old “temptress” doesn’t shock me, yet is still extremely disheartening. In the past, [...]
Mamma Mia
Posted in Days of Our Lives, Things that scare me on February 16, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I delete four episodes of Days without watching them and I apparently missed the fact that Mia moved to Tokyo and landed a part in Taboo, the Boy George musical? God, sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry with this show. Honestly, Mia in her “dance get-up” is the stuff nightmares are made [...]
How do you solve a problem like Melanie?
Posted in Bad Idea Jeans, Days of Our Lives on February 15, 2009 | 3 Comments »
It’s really hard to be a Days of Our Lives fan these days. Even though the show only has like ten characters and time moves slower than molasses, I can’t seem to keep up with this show. Really why I should I? Veterans are made paraplegics and shipped off to Switzerland, women carry pillow babies [...]
Nicole for the win!
Posted in Bad Idea Jeans, Days of Our Lives on January 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Nicole delivered a baby, y’all! It’s so soapy, especially since she’s not a trained physician like Marlena and she managed to keep all of her fancy rich lady gear on at the same time! Now, I’m not very happy about her pillow baby/baby buying plot, but damn if Nicole isn’t entertaining. In fact, she’s my [...]
