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Wow! I know what the word refers to, but here we call that a sofa or a couch. And drapes were usually curtains. And the thing you put your feet on in front of an armchair was a hassock. Not an ottoman. That was an empire. How about a chifferobe? A chiffonier? Those were some dainty-ass words from my parents' era.

You're not alone in feeling a bit intimidated, snap. The hamster-wheel effect is in full force. I could fantasize about my house being a model of order and cleanliness, about having reached Adobe master level with InDesign and Photoshop, about having ordered all my files in my office here, and so on and so on. Fact is, those are fantasies, spit-bubbles, nothing more. Only lately has my concentration improved a bit so I can read for more than fifteen minutes at a go. I did get my left eye fixed--that was a curious experience--masks, only a few people in the eye clinic, temperature taking, no cookies and coffee--it came out well, though, so no bitching there. A day is good if I don't sink a bit at some point.

I did as well--I thought he was going for some naturalism, rather than heavy sudsy emotion. And c'mon, those gravestone tropes invite scenery chewing, which PT avoided. Well, of course. Ciara was working out how to look up the Cliff's Notes to find out who Raskolnikov was. And Ben thought it was a true crime story with a fancy cover. And it's all just about as likely as imagining Sonny reading Notes from the Underground, which is at least pretty short. Ciara's sense of time and the urgency of other people's situations are also pretty far down the abyss that is her character. Example? "Ben, I wanna go!" [lather, rinse, repeat], then lengthy smoochies as the Gabi, Gwen, and Gangsta Deadline plotline speeds to a finale.

So Cupid... "We analyze Wagner through a dark contemporary glass, with history and knowledge accumulated since his 1883 death. We speculate from a future that was unknown to Wagner, a future where his works take up positive and negative meanings. His influence on his contemporaries was immense, and also in politics through the annexation of his ideas by madmen. Criticizing his negative influence is always a good thing but attributing all the responsibility of the results of this influence solely to Wagner is wrong, as is ‘excusing’ Wagner because of the great music he wrote." Avoiding the involuntary arm-raising from a wheelchair position when I hear the "Deutschlandlied", and reading your post, and [I know, I know, EB crawled out of the Vaterland on his knees] always having had the sense of the Kreeping Kraut [1/4 German myself, I can say that] wafting about Victor, an essay I put into one of my textbooks came to mind. Deems Taylor on Wagner, "The Monster": https://www.counter-currents.com/2013/05/the-monster/ So as not to be off-topic, migawd, Rex Sterling/Romalotti giving Danny the paternal tongue-bath! I always liked the actor, but that was a bit much. And the church or church-set, was that series of regularly-spaced pictures around the walls the Stations? Hmph, show was a lot of things but there wasn't much of a sense of religious affiliation, other than the odd picturesque Madonna statue for actors to pose soulfully in front of.

Hmm, Wagner was a festival of bad qualities as a human being. That said, speaking of German stuff, bad taste, and wedding music, nothing, and I mean nichts, will ever beat Nikki coming down the aisle to "Deutschland über Alles" at her first wedding.

Thanks for Rocky [Rachmaninoff] 3, Cupid!

Gosh, folks, was no one all teary-eyed for dewy Sharon's first wedding to Curious George? Didn't you all root for plucky little Sharon as she defied her sour, wheelchair-bound mother? Aren't you still kvelling over the first try-out run of our girl's firm belief that marriage [or some intense poking at least] cures all problems? If not, or and also, how about Not-my-Victoria Heather Tom also in twoo luv, or something? Okay, nuptialophiles must have loved it all. Me, I only slowed to play speed for Marla Adams and Jeanne Cooper.

Very bad? Well we share that particular thing... Which leaves me kind of petrified to expose these choppers to anyone. So thank you!

Okay! Do you like that dental practice? I need a new dentist, and I've got some real doozies like a broken cap, and so on.

Mmmm, yes, my FF button hit all four arrows with this episode, right from the start. Let me count the ways, or something: Daisy. Hell no. Jana--and now you're buggering up DOOL. Go away. Chloe. She was actually less bearable then. Sharon drawing out each goggle-eyed stare and sentence fragment as she tries to say, "she fell into a volcano." Eight syllables, sweetie. And yes, for once Phyllis was right, you do lie. A lot. MM as Adam. No. Not. Never.

Hey luv2lurk! Do I recall correctly? Are you my fellow Roncy person? And yes, dentists here are required to do the above, and are seeing mainly emergency cases only.

Sweebie = baby-talk term for long-sleeve, verrrrry long-sleeve sweaters, tops, or dresses. They showed up about three years or so on Y & R on some female characters. The sleeves extend down to roughly knuckle-length, and tend to provoke cutesy toying with pulling them over the fingies and what not. They tend to make people look like they're being coy. Since I can't stand Ciara--she makes hot-weather hives seem fun--she can do all the sweebie-fiddling she wants to as she *harangues Ben or plays juvenile temptress, but coy is not the first word I'd go to for her. As for sticking this style on Sarah--nah. *Anyone can harangue Ben, I'm fine with that. Instead, he's now part of just about every plot-line. Flower girl at Eric and Nicole's wedding, maybe?

Fashion-wise [which I'm not], what's up with the sweebies Ciara's sporting? With a sweater, both widdle hands were mostly covered, then we have a variation where there's apparently a thumb-hole on one sweebie where her thumb emerges. And then yesterday, who knew that animal-print skin-tight dresses come with one-arm sweebies? Business wear, who knew? Is this to make her seem vulnerable as she closes in on marrying her freshly renovated ex-serial killer? Wouldn't that alone make her vulnerable enough?

Cupid, so often I pass by your daily posts, and forgive me, I'm off news in a big way right now... But, thank you so much for the Maria Pires Mozart--fascinating video with the isolated musicians and focus on faces; and for Sir Tom [who's aged beautifully] and Rhiannon Giddens' version of "St James Infirmary."

Say it ain't so, folks! For those of you who also watch Y & R, who in hell wanted to see Emily from Genoa City with the dubious British accent reappear as Gwen?

The fickle finger of FF struck in a big way with yesterday's episode. I won't watch Christmas anything out of season--in fact, I can barely endure anything Christmas-themed during the season. Call me the Grinch, and I'll wear it proudly. Unfortunately, I'm not remotely enjoying most of these episodes. A few with earlier versions of Traci, Jill, Gloria, [let's slide Bobby Marsino in there] and my beloved John and Katherine, I can take because I mainly watch for character; plots don't really interest me in most cases. For me, enduring these episodes just amplifies the awful "cut-off" feeling that our current place in time surrounds us with. I've never been so grateful for DOOL's shooting schedule.

I may have set a record yesterday for least FF-time. I only ditched Young Billy and Mac--not for me. The "John's Funeral" episode was epic Abbotts, plus Gloria, and that I'll watch. Much as I've always regretted the killing off of John, and still do, this episode did him justice. Everyone looked great; the sets were so well dressed, and the whole cast was on point--Gloria even favoured us with a Gloria Swanson eye-roll!

That she was--I saw this one yesterday. And got through a fair bit of it without FF--who was the youngish guy she was having the Roman Spring of Mrs Stone interchange with?

DOOL is still proudly carrying the crazy banner: personality-chip implants, mad doctors, and of course, lots of BFTD [back from the dead].

Happy Birthday, Jewel!

Since my observations on these episodes amount to "what didn't I FF through," I'll offer another from yesterday's CDN: There certainly must have been better financing at that point; the whole amusement park merry-go-round thing couldn't have been cheap to film. However, all I noticed was the Hitchcock Strangers on a Train homage--and it was well done, too. Followed by the hall of mirrors Orson Welles Lady from Shanghai scene--also really well filmed.

The only parts I didn't FF through were those featuring one of the great Large Ladz--Bobby Marsino, AKA John Enos. Good to see ya, Bobby. Couldn't care less what the plotline was, and even if I can't get you in the Elvis Thurderbird jumpsuit [DOOL], I'll take what I can get.

Speaking of Carol Burnett, in case you haven't seen this, and enjoyed Mildred Pierce [as I have many times], here's Carol's take--Mildred Fierce: "Good recipe..." Great throwaway line.

Like boes, I started it and will go back to it tonight. I loved most of what I saw--it's such a devalued and important part of television and of storytelling developments in the medium. And it's high time people stopped using soaps as an easy target for criticism. But bitching comes more easily to people than thinking.

Now, I did FF all but about 10 minutes of show yesterday. But when I'm treated to the late Roscoe Born, I stay. One of the great villains with charm!