you all know that i've been sucked in by the lesbian entertainment that is otalia on guiding light. the story line is pretty good and actually believable (although they did profess their love for each other over a month ago and have not yet shared a kiss - whereas REAL lesbians would have already moved in and adopted their first cat together). and you all know that guiding light has been canceled. now there was talk of gl getting picked up by another network or otalia moving to another soap. but, then came word today that ...
so otalia's done, but while the others cry a river, i'm about to cue up my vcr, start skipping class, lounge in the lazy boy from 1 to 2 pm and party like it's 1993!
i'm going to have to take you back in time a little for this one. from 1990 to 1994 the flipflop fed graced the hallowed halls of george washington university. to be more accurate, the flipflop fed SHOULD have been gracing the hallowed halls of george washington university, but was instead happily lounging in her lazyboy taking in all of the classic moments of days of our lives. classic moments like this ...
i had such a crush on carly! couldn't get enough really. (now this crush was not public knowledge because those were the days of my life where the thought of admitting that i liked girls scared the shit out of me! those were the days of my life where my favorite way to pass a sunday afternoon was to sit in the student center playing that often forgotten, yet oh-so-beloved-closet case-internal homophobic game - queer not a queer. you know the one - you name a person and then the participants (who are just as much in the closet as you and who will all also eventually come out) try to determine if that person named is "queer" or "not a queer." oh the shear joy of it all!) so imagine my delight when, in a soap opera digest cover story on crystal chappell (the actress who played carly), i learned that she was from silver spring, md!
i loaded up my equally-addicted friends and we headed off to silver spring - never mind that the actress lived in los angeles at the time. we ended up at the silver spring fresh fields asking every middle aged woman we saw if she was the mother of crystal chappell. true story! (thank god that didn't ask how i used to spend my weekends in 1991-1992 during my security clearance!)
anyway ... today i was reading about the finale of the l word on after ellen when i came across a bit on the latest lesbian romance on day time. guiding light is currently exploring the pairing of olivia, the former home-wrecking, recent heart transplant recipient (who, interestingly does not have a scar. they must have put it in from the back), and natalia, the devout catholic mother of a young man in prison and a dead husband who donated his heart to olivia - the same man that olivia tried to steal away before his death (natalia locked her in the closet - how ironic - so she wouldn't interrupt the wedding).
my first foray into blogging starts now. i like to think that i have a plan, but the definition "non sequitur" includes my picture. my best advice then is to sit tight and read the musings from my mind that are probably unrelated to anything previously said.
check out "this, that, and the other" - a random list of things that make me happy.