[  Mood: Hypnotized ]
[  Currently: Watching Days of Our Lives ]
So now I am catching up on this week’s Patch and Kayla developments. And Steven Nichols and his entrancing one eyed insanity is entrancing.

Now before you pour bleach in your eyes there is a very good case for American Soap Operas to be classified as Genre. People come back from the dead. Babies grown up to be 16 in less than a year, after visiting a mysterious Swiss boarding school. The convoluted conspiracies and plots against characters would make the Lone Gunmen wet their pants with collective glee.

And I must say – this most suspension of disbelief plot I have seen in a while.

You see, Steven "Patch" Johnson died in the 90s, in the arms of his wife Kayla. (SOB!) His body was stolen, it turns out by the DiMeras, a very nasty group of people. They brought him back to life, tortured and brainwashed him. Because why else would you revive someone? Then they let him loose on the world. He had no idea who he was. He became a worker at a hospice. Where he met up with his long lost brother Jack, who was dying of a desease.

Jack returned to Salem (the town where Days is based) to stop the wedding of his ex-wife Jennifer. Patch came along for the ride ostensibly to help the ailing Jack.

At the wedding, was Kayla, who had fled to California and become a doctor, while raising their daughter in less than 10 years into a redheaded temptress of a Nascar Driver. (Oh and the show has convinently forgotten that she married her brother-in-law just before she fled to the West Coast. But I digress.) Imagine her surprise when she sees her dead husband outside the church.

Long story, short. Well not really, but anyways, Patch gets his memory back and he and Kayla are running along tickety boo. Until, the DiMeras return and trigger the hidden psychological programming to make Patch steal Kayla’s ex-sister-in-law’s new husband’s comatose form from the hospital. The DiMeras, it seems, want John (the guy in the coma)’s kidney. Patch has some sense left to know that a the doctor the DiMeras have hired to remove said organ is a butcher, so he convinces his wife, Kayla, to do the surgery. This whole thing ends with Kayla calling 911 as Patch declares he loves her and disappears into the fog.

I’m telling you it is only an alien autopsy away from a really good X-Files episode. And considering how much plastic surgery the guy who plays John Black has had . . .

My argument is this: if Laurel K. Hamilton can classify her stuff as Genre, then so can Corday Productions do with Days of Our Lives.

Thank you. Go about your every day lives.

[  Mood: Embarrased ]
[  Currently: Listening to CBC Radio One ]
The husband unit (a fellow geek and seaQuest fan) was looking for something to read recently. I, full-time teacher and part-time librarian, went through the shelves and pulled out a myriad of genre stuff. Because for a man who calls himself a geek, he hasn’t read much in the way of what I call the good stuff.

One of the ones I handed him was Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey. He loved it. And I got so into to talking with him about it that I picked it up as soon as he fnished reading it. And tore through it.

He is now on Dragonquest – the second book of the series. I find myself, looking over his shoulder asking when he will be done. I am trying to figure out a way to get ahead of him on the series, without skipping the book. I will take the book when he is sleeping or watching TV and read a few chapters. I will have extra long potty breaks. I have even rejoiced in his illness to get more time to read it.

And I feel guilty about this. I want to discuss the book with him, and see what he thinks about F’Lar, Lessa, Robington, et al. but I can’t get over my impatience in waiting for the book.

There ought to be a support group.

[  Mood: Scared ]
[  Currently: Watching Hustle ]
Oh dear God.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

They are doing an adaptation of the Dragonlance Chronicles.

Here’s the skinny – it’s animated – voiced by Lucy Lawless (Goldmoon), Keifer Sutherland (Raistlin) and Michelle Tractenwhatever (Tika).

The little girl in me is quivering.

The jaded, sci-fi fan knows what hollywood can do to my beloved genre.

I just don’t know what to do.