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Commentary
by Brent Kellogg
Continued from
previous page...
Since this column is about the absurd, how loony was
it for a face-lifted again Katherine Chancellor to
say that if Amber Moore agreed to be her physical
therapy "motivator" she'd get Amber's Athletic
Supporter membership back.
What difference has it made since Amber lost her
membership? She practically lives at the AC. If not
for a membership card, would Amber have a room at
the AC hotel? Does that explain why Chow and Jeff
Bardwell have rooms there? Will it ever be known who
owns the AC? It ain't Gina Roma. She's a lowly
manager. What perks is Amber missing out on that
she'd need to help an old woman rehabilitate a bum
shoulder?
And what of that shoulder? Why's it taking so long
to heal? Because Katherine's got one foot in the
grave and her brittle bones have all but turned to
dust? With the exception of Victoria Newman,
everyone who was injured in the
Clear
Springs disaster has recovered including,
presumably, Professor Gerbil who hasn't been seen in
days and according to Gerbil's baby-girl shack up,
spends his nights teaching at the university and
grading papers.
Because I promised not to get into boring back
stories, all I can say is that Brad telling daughter
Colleen that he and the now Traci Connelly agonized
over what to name her is a crock; another rewriting
of history that never happened like the memories of
Brad's father who for a good twenty years not once
did Brad mention that he even had parents and
remarkably all the women he screwed never asked
about his family. Which brings up the subject of one
Rebecca Kaplan.
With her son hoping to become a new daddy and
herself on the fringe of becoming a grandmother
again, with her so wanting to bond with new
daughter-in-law Victoria and granddaughter Colleen
and all that babbling on the plane to Hawaii with
crabby Abby Carlton, where in Hell is Rebecca?
Saving the best for last, if it weren't so precious
I'd ask the soap gods to strike J.T.'s baby dead.
Not because J.T. is the poorest excuse for a father
there ever will be, not because J.T. had the gall to
name it Reed after Victor's estranged wife when
surely he should know it wasn't the luck of the draw
that the DNA came out the way it did and that Victor
can't stand being in the same room with bossy Nikki,
but because reeds are "strong" and "bend in the
wind".
There's something in the wind alright. It's the
smell of fart J.T. gave off when he came up with
that name same as most all the other names in this
goofy city where we have Nick's named after Nikki's,
Victoria's named after Victor's and Fen's named
after Fenmore's. Now all we need is for Lauren the
whore Baldwin to have another baby and for hubby
Michael to name it "Balls" as a reminder that he
doesn't have a pair; blue or any other color.
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