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Humiliating Embarrassments
February 26, 2007
by Brent Kellogg
People,
people! Stop the email! When I say I write about the crazies living in
Genoa City and the crazy things they do, that does not mean I write the
crazy scripts. I am not a Y&R scribe like Lynn Marie. I'm just a poor boy
trying to make sense out of what is happening in this loopy town and
writing about it so that you don't have to watch it and puke all over your
carpet and run up massive cleaning bills. It is not an easy task, my
writing chore.
You may have heard, or read about, my mistake last week. While editing a
long piece about Ethan 'Cane' Ashby, I left out or mixed up some text
which, had I not been in a rush, would have clarified it was Lisa
Mansfield and Cassandra Rawlins collectively who drugged Brad Carlton ala
Amber Moore and locked him in a cage ala Sheila Carter. Before making the
correction I'd left the impression it was Mansfield who did both.
While I was embarrassed and humiliated for what I'd done, while I've made
mistakes before and hate when I do, Y&R scribes are not. They would have
you think that the reliquary mess they created is over. Brad and Victoria
Carlton said as much. They are out of danger; there are no longer bad guys
chasing after the reliquary and thus the Carlton's are free to concentrate
on the will she live, will she die, Colleen Carlton.
So when you write to ask, "Why did they spend all that time trying to
crack the code and what does it mean," I don't know. I did not write that
crap. From the outset I was as confused as you were. I thought the Nazi
hunters went to the Chex Republic - and by the way I purposely spelled
Czech that way so as to give the impression that the entire plot was
nothing more than sugar-coated cereal for the birds - that they wanted to
find out what the code was; what did the inscription mean and why was the
reliquary so sought after?
And what will become of the treasure now? Don't those who wanted it still
want it? Were Milan Hawkes and his daughter the only ones? You mean to say
a pair of boneheads caused all that trouble for super-smart, former Navy
seal Carlton and Company? Did Milan hire the goons Brad killed? Have
police in Ohio ever found the bodies? Was an investigation ever conducted?
Don't the deceased have friends similar to David Chow who will one day go
to Genoa City looking for whomever killed their buds?
You can understand why family members of the deceased seemingly have
little concern. If they're like Carmen Mesta's kin, happy to sit on their
asses in Texas as total strangers do the dirty work, they might fly in to
attend a trial that isn't a trial, so as to say what a sweet thing the
accused is, only to leave without further interest.
Are we to presume, that because the treasure is in the safe hands of the
Czech Republic, all is well? If Milan could get his hands on it, what's to
prevent others? Who's to say Jana Hawkes, still on the loose, doesn't have
a Nazi contingent at her disposal? Will she resurface one day to resurrect
the horror? Will the Carlton's cower in fear and groan they thought all
this was behind them like Lauren Baldwin thought Sheila Carter was behind
her? Will Brad or Victoria start having bad dreams? Will they hide their
precious children in Canada? Will Scotty Grainger ever meet his sister?
Can Brad go around killing and assaulting people with impunity? Shouldn't
he have been arrested the moment he smacked the handcuffed Kevin Fisher?
Did Wilma Bardwell, a law enforcement officer, not witness this? See why
I've started calling him Wilma? See how he has no evidence on which to
base an arrest? Did Jana not leave her prints all over the crime scene?
Were J.T. Hellstrom's and Professor Gerbil's prints not on the licenses
too?
Did the Fire Department conduct an investigation? Does Wilma really think
Kevin would burn himself alive? If he wanted Colleen dead, couldn't he
have found an easier way? That swills he calls coffee could kill a horse.
How about something original, like cutting the brake fluid line on
Colleen's SUV and having the SUV go over a cliff with Colleen in it?
Ah, that would require creativity and presently the best Y&R scribes can
come up with are old, tired plots that weren't that good the first time.
The scribes are not embarrassed; they are not humiliated. But I am, for
them. |
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