Crap, there's another I can't get over the man and I
want his baby story coming to Genoa City. That's
what I've heard. In a way, it's already here. You
may have heard of it. Chloe Mitchell wants Cane
Ashby. She will somehow make him think that she's
pregnant with his baby. How, doesn't matter. That
this woman can't move on, without going backward,
is. Chloe doesn't need to become the new Phyllis
Summers tricking Danny Romalotti into thinking he
had sex with her. Cane doesn't need to become the
new Nick Newman having sex with his wife's best
friend not knowing it was Grace Turner. We don't
need Cane worrying day and night over this, or
saying, gosh, I don't remember having sex with
Chloe.
That this is expected to happen brings about one of
the most powerful and disorienting and disturbing
feelings ever known and perhaps the very best reason
to stop watching. True, it's hard to give up an
addiction. Nikki and David Chow know this. Jeff and
Gloria Bardwell know it, but there we were this
week, glued to another Bardwell wedding and waiting
for the end of the week when either one of them
could be plotting against the other.
How do we do it? How is it possible to sit there
zoning out in front of some mindless slew of morons
as they repeat the same mistakes over and over?
Because happiness is fleeting? Because thirty-plus
years on we're still hoping someone, anyone, will go
six months without a single tragedy in their
meaningless lives? Are we remotely amused? saddened?
do we question why we're watching this swill? Isn't
there a reason ratings have gone from the high 9's
to the low 1's?
Is watching Devon Hamilton's heretofore unseen,
unmentioned, relatives staying in a hotel - paid for
by Cane - funny or interesting or entertaining? When
Devon finds out that Cane picked up the tab will he
get all snippy? Will he sputter and spit that he
makes lots of money and could have damn well paid
the bill with money he earns as a Newman Enterprises
employee create a rift between him and his foster
sister/dream girl, Lily Winters?
Does Devon still have the NE job? Seems he does.
Seems adopted daddy Neil Winters arranged for Devon
to be off work last week so he could attend Lily's
birthday bash. Seems everyone can take off from work
whenever they want no matter that their jobs are so
important and that their companies are rolling out
new products. Why, look at Nikki. With Jabot
Cosmetics in the process of expanding, where was she
this week? Just walked out of the office she did.
Went to the Jitter Joint to whine about her personal
problems while hubby/employee David was supposedly
in Hollywood cutting a movie deal, and yet there's
nothing on paper that would indicate David's cut
anything except another deal with loan shark Walter
Palin.
Parent company, Chancellor Industries, CEO Jill
Abbott can't be bothered. She's noticed that David
and Nikki are rarely around, so what's she doing?
Talking with Jabot lawyer Heather Stevens about a
criminal case the cops wrapped up long ago as an
accident. Jill's lover, Mr. Kim Chee, fell down and
broke his crown. Case closed. Oh wait! Here's
Heather back on the case. She told Jill today that
if there's a way to find the person who killed Chee,
by god she'll find him. Him? How's she know it's a
him? She couldn't solved the case when she was an
assistant district attorney, so what has changed?
Will she beg daddy PI Paul Williams to investigate
the case for free? Will Paul have the time since he
no longer must look for Lowell/River Baldwin? Will
Paul not be teamed up with Victor Newman by then to
get some real dirt on David?
Heather didn't have to beg. Paul is so desperate to
make up for not being a daddy to her he'll do
anything. He even gave Heather a tip for how he'd
handle the investigation. Start from "scratch", but
be warned, "Some cases don't get solved. That's just
the way it is." And if anyone knows about not
solving cases, it's Paul. But as always, it's the
logic, or lack thereof.
Because Heather has been making what she calls
"minor" mistakes at her new job as a corporate Jabot
attorney, because Jill is busting her chops, because
she thinks Jill still blames her for blowing the
Chee case, Heather's got a plan to kiss Jill's ass.
As a private citizen, as a Jabot employee with
nothing else to do, she will reopen the case! She
will order all the Chee files, said to fill an
entire room, be hauled to her office so that when
Jill asks what she's doing, Heather can spew that
nobody deserves to get away with murder, and by
golly if there's a way to find Chee's killer,
Heather will find him.
And these files came from where? The D.A.'s office?
The Police Department? With Jill saying that she
calls the cops and the D.A. "every week" to find out
if they've learned anything new, did they get so
tired of hearing from her that they handed over the
official files? And what a coincidence that on the
day Heather takes it upon herself to become a hero,
David is having a flashback to see Chee laying dead
on the floor of his Athletic Supporter Hotel room.
At the same time Walter is telling him not to worry
if Nikki finds out that he's been lying again
because David can always go back to working as
Walter's hitman, the insinuation being that David
killed Chee because Chee owed Walter money.
In the end, besides Heather being hailed the hero,
Paul will prove to Nikki that he was looking out for
her all along as he always has and so with David
behind bars, why don't they get married.
After a few hours of this swill, will you get that
slimy feeling on your skin? will your genitalia feel
all shriveled and your heart palpitate strangely,
and you finally say, that's it, and find better
things to do with your time? I understand that many
of you reading the Daze, and the GCN in general, are
getting your news exclusively from us, but doesn't
it require time out of your busy schedule?
