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gwynnegaOn today's Ryan's Hope...
Joe: Um, Siobhan, we have to break up now.
Siobhan: Huh?
Joe: I'm not the right man for you.I'm a lying liar who lies, and you have some quaint notions about honesty. Good luck, Siobhan.
[leaves]
Siobhan: [face contorts with what's supposed to look like sobs, but her eyes are totally dry]
Gwynnega: I can't help but notice that Sarah Felder, who cries with ease in scenes with Jack or Maeve, can't seem to get it up for Joe.
Sarah Felder: Do you blame me? This storyline is stupid! Why are they dumbing Siobhan down?
Gwynnega: Hey, I'm the Jack/Siobhan shipper from thirty years in the future. I'm on your side!
Then, a bit later...
Jack: Joe broke up with you?Oh crap, you're back on the market? I'm trying to keep my mind on Mary! I think you deserve an explanation!
Siobhan: You're right.
[mopes on the sofa]
Jack: [reaches out to comfort her but pulls his hand back at the last minute]
Gwynnega: Oh, for god's sake, Jack. You think a little adultery in the family is gonna be worse than Siobhan getting mixed up with the mob for practically the rest of the series? Jack, why won't you listen to me?!?
Later still, at the Harborside Restaurant...
Father of Michael Pavel: That was a dangerous job! Pay me now!
Joe: Come on, Pavel. We'll "feed you dinner."
[Joe and Random Goon escort Pavel away]
Siobhan: What was that all about?
Tiso: Have some wine, Siobhan. Just ignore the random mob violence. And welcome tonot being obligated to testify the family.
Gwynnega: Run, Siobhan! Run far away!!
If I were vidding these days, I'd be tempted to make a Frank Ryan vid set to Talking Heads' "Don't Worry About the Government."
And, in totally unrelated and unsoapy matters: Neil Gaiman's bookshelves! Clearly I do not need to get rid of books, I simply need more room for more shelves! (Yeah, yeah. But I love these photos...)
Joe: Um, Siobhan, we have to break up now.
Siobhan: Huh?
Joe: I'm not the right man for you.
[leaves]
Siobhan: [face contorts with what's supposed to look like sobs, but her eyes are totally dry]
Gwynnega: I can't help but notice that Sarah Felder, who cries with ease in scenes with Jack or Maeve, can't seem to get it up for Joe.
Sarah Felder: Do you blame me? This storyline is stupid! Why are they dumbing Siobhan down?
Gwynnega: Hey, I'm the Jack/Siobhan shipper from thirty years in the future. I'm on your side!
Then, a bit later...
Jack: Joe broke up with you?
Siobhan: You're right.
[mopes on the sofa]
Jack: [reaches out to comfort her but pulls his hand back at the last minute]
Gwynnega: Oh, for god's sake, Jack. You think a little adultery in the family is gonna be worse than Siobhan getting mixed up with the mob for practically the rest of the series? Jack, why won't you listen to me?!?
Later still, at the Harborside Restaurant...
Father of Michael Pavel: That was a dangerous job! Pay me now!
Joe: Come on, Pavel. We'll "feed you dinner."
[Joe and Random Goon escort Pavel away]
Siobhan: What was that all about?
Tiso: Have some wine, Siobhan. Just ignore the random mob violence. And welcome to
Gwynnega: Run, Siobhan! Run far away!!
If I were vidding these days, I'd be tempted to make a Frank Ryan vid set to Talking Heads' "Don't Worry About the Government."
And, in totally unrelated and unsoapy matters: Neil Gaiman's bookshelves! Clearly I do not need to get rid of books, I simply need more room for more shelves! (Yeah, yeah. But I love these photos...)
