It seems that CBS may be canceling Guiding Light, the longest running soap opera on TV. This show has been around forever. It started as a radio serial in 1937, moved to TV in 1952, and now it looks like Guiding Light may be no more.
It would be one thing if the show wasn't good, but it is! Yeah, it's a little simpler in it's storytelling, but what it lacks in specticle, it makes up for in comedy and heart. GL is one of the few daytime shows that actually makes me crack up every time I watch it.
Still, it is the lowest rated soap (the early time slot isn't helping), and in these tough times, the fat will be cut. So, come September, one of the longest running TV shows ever may be no more. It kind of makes me sad, but at least I got to witness a small piece of a story that people have been enjoying for over 70 years.
If you guys want to help, try checking out Guiding Light. Check your local listings for times. You'd be surprised how enjoyable that show is.
3/31/09
Fashion Victims Ep. 1.3
Gio lay in bed, the covers barely covering his muscular, bare body. He could feel Kurt's arm resting on his chest, Kurt's breath on his neck.
They had spent the night together again. How many times had it been that month? That year? He had lost count.
"Don't you think she'll notice you're gone." He turned, his lips brushing Kurt's cheek.
"I don't think she cares. It's not like she doesn't have her men on the side." Kurt leaned in, his face inches from Gio's.
"Is that what I am? A man on the side?" Gio kissed him, then he stepped out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans he had left strewn on the bedroom floor. He looked up, out the bedroom window at the cold, grey Chicago morning and realized that what he had right now, in his bed, was the best part of his day. From there on out it was all down hill. "I thought we had something more."
Gio couldn't help but laugh at how overly dramatic he sounded. His inner monologue had become a bad romance novel.
"How's your sister doing?" Kurt sat up, pulling the blanket up to his chest. "You don't talk about her much anymore."
Gio's twin sister, Mia, had been in the hospital for the past week. The radiation and chemo had done a real number on her, and the doctors had wanted to keep a close eye on her. It killed him to have her so far away. He had been there when the doctor had broken the news, and he had helped her through the initial stages of treatment. Now, he was helpless. He hated that feeling.
"You're so quiet. I'm sorry." Kurt reached out, waiting for Gio to take his hand.
"It's not you." He smiled, crawling across the bed, pulling Kurt close to him.
Their affair had started as a drunken fling, and developed into something else. Gio would never tell Kurt that he had fallen in love, but he couldn't deny that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life just like this, completely wrapped up in each other.
Kurt's cellphone started chirping. Both of them glanced over and could see Barbi's name illuminated on the small screen.
"Get it. I'll make breakfast."
Gio wasn't even out of the room when Kurt jumped out of the bed and started grabbing his clothes. "We have to get to the office." Kurt brushed past Gio. "Now."
"What's the matter?" Gio didn't know how to react in the sudden chaos that had errupted.
"I'll fill you in on the way." Kurt threw a shirt at Gio, and darted into the kitchen. "Where are my shoes?"
They had spent the night together again. How many times had it been that month? That year? He had lost count.
"Don't you think she'll notice you're gone." He turned, his lips brushing Kurt's cheek.
"I don't think she cares. It's not like she doesn't have her men on the side." Kurt leaned in, his face inches from Gio's.
"Is that what I am? A man on the side?" Gio kissed him, then he stepped out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans he had left strewn on the bedroom floor. He looked up, out the bedroom window at the cold, grey Chicago morning and realized that what he had right now, in his bed, was the best part of his day. From there on out it was all down hill. "I thought we had something more."
Gio couldn't help but laugh at how overly dramatic he sounded. His inner monologue had become a bad romance novel.
"How's your sister doing?" Kurt sat up, pulling the blanket up to his chest. "You don't talk about her much anymore."
Gio's twin sister, Mia, had been in the hospital for the past week. The radiation and chemo had done a real number on her, and the doctors had wanted to keep a close eye on her. It killed him to have her so far away. He had been there when the doctor had broken the news, and he had helped her through the initial stages of treatment. Now, he was helpless. He hated that feeling.
"You're so quiet. I'm sorry." Kurt reached out, waiting for Gio to take his hand.
"It's not you." He smiled, crawling across the bed, pulling Kurt close to him.
Their affair had started as a drunken fling, and developed into something else. Gio would never tell Kurt that he had fallen in love, but he couldn't deny that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life just like this, completely wrapped up in each other.
Kurt's cellphone started chirping. Both of them glanced over and could see Barbi's name illuminated on the small screen.
"Get it. I'll make breakfast."
Gio wasn't even out of the room when Kurt jumped out of the bed and started grabbing his clothes. "We have to get to the office." Kurt brushed past Gio. "Now."
"What's the matter?" Gio didn't know how to react in the sudden chaos that had errupted.
"I'll fill you in on the way." Kurt threw a shirt at Gio, and darted into the kitchen. "Where are my shoes?"
3/30/09
Try out a Soap!
So, yeah, obviously I am addicted to soap operas, but I think you guys should give them a try. I mean, if you haven't already. Not home during the day? Don't have a DV-R to record them? Never learned how to program a VCR? Well, there is a solution.
Go to CBS.com!
They have all of their soaps online. Guiding Light, As the World Turns, Bold and the Beautiful and Young and the Restless.
ABC.com currently only has General Hospital available.
Check them out guys. They're a fun, easy way to just relax, and get totally lost in the insanity that is a soap opera.
Go to CBS.com!
They have all of their soaps online. Guiding Light, As the World Turns, Bold and the Beautiful and Young and the Restless.
ABC.com currently only has General Hospital available.
Check them out guys. They're a fun, easy way to just relax, and get totally lost in the insanity that is a soap opera.
Fashion Victimes Ep. 1.2
Barbi stood in the front waiting room of Dollhouse Modeling. She wasn't even allowed to go into her own office. Not that she would want to see it in that state. From what she had over heard from the officers, it was a rather gory mess.
"Barbi." Rick Hart stepped into the waiting room. "No tantrums?"
"We're here on business Rick, keep it professional. Didn't they teach you that at the academy?" She pulled a cigarette out of her purse and light up. She almost dared Rick to stop her.
Rick and Barbi went way back. They had known each other before she had married his younger brother Kurt, and she knew that got to him. It wasn't that he wanted her, it was that he wanted better for his brother. Like anyone could do better than her.
"I would think you would be a little more upset that one of your girls was murdered. That's all." He sat down on one of the leather couches lining the walls. "You know you can't smoke in here."
"I'm grieving Rick." She took a long drag and let the smoke exit her lips.
"What was she doing here anyways?" Rick motioned for her to sit.
She did, crossing her legs at the knees.
"I have no idea." She looked at him, letting her cool disappear. "Look, Rick, all our bull aside, why would someone do this?"
"She's pretty, young, and her face is plastered all over the city. Maybe she had a stalker." Their eyes met. "You don't think it was a stalker, do you?"
Barbi shook her head.
"Then why do you think one of your models was hacked up, Barbi?" Rick leaned in close, his voice low. "Why would someone lure Eve here, and then slice her up?"
Barbi shook at Rick's descripton. "Do you have to talk like that?"
She took a drag off her cigarette.
"I'm sorry." He stood, brushing a few of Barbi's ashes off of his black pants. "If you have anything that you think would help us, give me a call. You know the number."
Barbi nodded, but her mind was somewhere else. Something wasn't right about all of this. Something wasn't right about last night. Namely, she couldn't remember it. She couldn't remember a whole night.
She stood, almost stopping Rick, telling him that she had blacked out last night, but fought against it. Who knows, maybe it was just a brain tumor.
"Barbi." Rick Hart stepped into the waiting room. "No tantrums?"
"We're here on business Rick, keep it professional. Didn't they teach you that at the academy?" She pulled a cigarette out of her purse and light up. She almost dared Rick to stop her.
Rick and Barbi went way back. They had known each other before she had married his younger brother Kurt, and she knew that got to him. It wasn't that he wanted her, it was that he wanted better for his brother. Like anyone could do better than her.
"I would think you would be a little more upset that one of your girls was murdered. That's all." He sat down on one of the leather couches lining the walls. "You know you can't smoke in here."
"I'm grieving Rick." She took a long drag and let the smoke exit her lips.
"What was she doing here anyways?" Rick motioned for her to sit.
She did, crossing her legs at the knees.
"I have no idea." She looked at him, letting her cool disappear. "Look, Rick, all our bull aside, why would someone do this?"
"She's pretty, young, and her face is plastered all over the city. Maybe she had a stalker." Their eyes met. "You don't think it was a stalker, do you?"
Barbi shook her head.
"Then why do you think one of your models was hacked up, Barbi?" Rick leaned in close, his voice low. "Why would someone lure Eve here, and then slice her up?"
Barbi shook at Rick's descripton. "Do you have to talk like that?"
She took a drag off her cigarette.
"I'm sorry." He stood, brushing a few of Barbi's ashes off of his black pants. "If you have anything that you think would help us, give me a call. You know the number."
Barbi nodded, but her mind was somewhere else. Something wasn't right about all of this. Something wasn't right about last night. Namely, she couldn't remember it. She couldn't remember a whole night.
She stood, almost stopping Rick, telling him that she had blacked out last night, but fought against it. Who knows, maybe it was just a brain tumor.
3/29/09
Fashion Victims Ep. 1.1
Eve stood in Barbi's office, the Chicago skyline visible through the large, picture window. The night sky seemed to glow a deep purple with all the light polution. She shivered. She had never, in her entire modeling career, feared her manager until she joined Barbi Starr at Dollhouse Modeling.
"What the hell am I doing here?" She glanced around the empty room. The whole building was deserted. What else would she expect at nine at night on a Saturday?
She had gotten the text message from Barbi early that night.
Meet me at my office tonight at 9.
Barbi said jump, and Eve asked how high. She had actually broken a date with Derrick Patterson, the top photographer in Chicago, to come here.
She brushed her short, black hair behind her ears and crossed her arms over her chest. Barbi was never late. If she hadn't sent the message, then who had?
Jade Cross.
That bitch had been on her back before the ink on Eve's contract had dried. Why Barbi's assistant had it out for her, she had no idea, but she did. Everyone in the agency knew about her date. Jade was probably out at the bar right now trying to make a move on Derrick.
Eve turned, ready to storm out the office, but she froze when she saw the figure standing in the doorway. She screamed.
"Very funny." She took a step back, her hand going to her chest. She let out a small laugh.
The figure was wearing a long black cloak, the hood covering the person's face. She couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.
"What? Does Dollhose do hazing or something?" She took a step forward, moved to leave the office, when the figure grabbed her arm.
Then Eve saw it, the sharp blade hidden under the long sleeve of the cloak.
She looked up, looking the hooded figure right in the face, and she caught a brief glimpse of the person's mouth. They were smiling.
Then Eve felt a sharp pain in her side as the blade found it's mark. She stumbled back, colliding with the desk, falling and landing hard on the floor. She cringed. She looked up and could see the cloaked figure advancing on her, the knife raised.
Eve screamed.
"What the hell am I doing here?" She glanced around the empty room. The whole building was deserted. What else would she expect at nine at night on a Saturday?
She had gotten the text message from Barbi early that night.
Meet me at my office tonight at 9.
Barbi said jump, and Eve asked how high. She had actually broken a date with Derrick Patterson, the top photographer in Chicago, to come here.
She brushed her short, black hair behind her ears and crossed her arms over her chest. Barbi was never late. If she hadn't sent the message, then who had?
Jade Cross.
That bitch had been on her back before the ink on Eve's contract had dried. Why Barbi's assistant had it out for her, she had no idea, but she did. Everyone in the agency knew about her date. Jade was probably out at the bar right now trying to make a move on Derrick.
Eve turned, ready to storm out the office, but she froze when she saw the figure standing in the doorway. She screamed.
"Very funny." She took a step back, her hand going to her chest. She let out a small laugh.
The figure was wearing a long black cloak, the hood covering the person's face. She couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.
"What? Does Dollhose do hazing or something?" She took a step forward, moved to leave the office, when the figure grabbed her arm.
Then Eve saw it, the sharp blade hidden under the long sleeve of the cloak.
She looked up, looking the hooded figure right in the face, and she caught a brief glimpse of the person's mouth. They were smiling.
Then Eve felt a sharp pain in her side as the blade found it's mark. She stumbled back, colliding with the desk, falling and landing hard on the floor. She cringed. She looked up and could see the cloaked figure advancing on her, the knife raised.
Eve screamed.
An Intro From Bob-O
This is just a quick hello! So, this is Soap Sudz!, my little creation. I know the idea of a blog soap isn't new, but I just couldn't help but try my hand at it. Hopefuly I don't completely suck!
So the first Sudz! series is Fashion Victims, a soap set at a high fashion modeling agency. Obviously the enviroment opens the door for sex, drugs, love, loss, back stabbing (some literal), and a whole lot of drama!
Well, enough from me. Let's get this show on the road!
So the first Sudz! series is Fashion Victims, a soap set at a high fashion modeling agency. Obviously the enviroment opens the door for sex, drugs, love, loss, back stabbing (some literal), and a whole lot of drama!
Well, enough from me. Let's get this show on the road!
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