Taylor - you're alive!

I've posted a few new B&B blog entries on the fantastic Daytime Confidential site:

A Grave Mistake is a great YouTube clip that features Ridge digging up someone other than Taylor. Click through to see a funny skit.

B&B's Upcoming Look-alike Story

"Destiny" Comes A-Knocking on B&B

Behind-the-scenes at Phoebe's death.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 12:53:00 +0000

Confirmation that Rick will be involved in Phoebe's upcoming car crash death.

The Great Podcast Fiddle.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 19:43:00 +0000

Press conferences are passe, so Eric, Brooke and Rick recorded a podcast to announce Rick's new position as president of Forrester Creations. Poor Ridgie-poo's feelings were hurt that he'd have to share the Presidency with Rick, so he quit.

Brooke decided to play the part of the devoted wife and praised Ridge's contributions to Forrester.
Little did she know Ridge had gone to have his ego stroked by his ex-wife, Taylor. She was also in the dark that Rick had altered the podcast to make it sound like she was praising Rick and ignoring Ridge.

Well, they could barely believe their ears.

"So, yeah, Rick is the King of Forrester and if it wasn't for him there'd be no Forrester Creations... he's amazing, an inspiration, etc etc."

"Oh, Widgie-poo, what's wrong?!"

"He left me again. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh."

You call that a glass of water?

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 19:36:00 +0000

There wasn't enough water to drown a gnat:
Old meany Ridge is pulling out all the stops when it comes to his battle with Rick. Time for a bitch stare:I hate you, Ridgie-baby.
I hate you more.

Donna and Stephanie's bedroom antics.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 21:25:00 +0000

So, Donna stripped for Eric (it was officially Logan Stripping Week on B&B). She snuggled up to Eric, who was under the covers, and got ready to show him some of her hootchie momma moves.

Oops. It was Stephanie in the bed. Funny as it was, this is not how I want to see the fantastic Susan Flannery. Stephanie is way too much of a ball-breaking broad to put up with this nonsense. She should be eating Donna for breakfast, not living under the same roof in Eric's harem.

Who do you think should end up with Eric? I recently posted this question as a poll on Daytime Cofidential. Click here to see the responses and to cast your vote.

C'mon, you silly old goat, ditch the bimbo. Then get ready for Stephanie to rip you a new one.

New blog post on the official B&B site.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 21:00:00 +0000

I've posted a new blog entry on the official B&B site:

Straddle me this, straddle me that... Brooke Logan is on the attack.

Brooke (AKA The Straddler) has been doing what she always does when she feels insecure. You guessed it – she’s taking off her clothes!

Anyone for tennis?

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 20:49:00 +0000

Ridge, honey, you've got a call...
Oh, never mind. It's the strumpet.

Having missed Brooke's "sexy dance", Ridge prepared for tennis with Taylor and their kids. Taylor was dressed for "sexy tennis". She's using Brooke's tactics to win back her man. It's just a shame neither can see he's a jerk not worth fighting for.

Cute outfits, guys!

Another comical week...

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:15:00 +0000

Over at the rather fantastic Dear Captain Obvious website, we've just launched a new weekly column with a twist:

Another Comical Week

It's a colourful, comic-inspired look at the latest shenanigans on B&B. I hope you'll check it out.

I'm also now blogging about B&B at Daytime Confidential, so come on over and check it out.
Click on "B&B" for all the latest B&B posts, polls, spoilers and more...

"This is war!"

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:49:00 +0000

Yes, Brooke really said, "this is war!" The Taylor-Brooke war is officially on (again).

Brooke: "My son is lying in a hospital bed because you led him down your path of destruction, and you wouldn't even listen to me. I guess I should be happy that he's not laying dead in a ditch like Darla!"

Ouch, Brooke. That was a low blow.

But, woah, baby! Taylor let rip, she told Brooke she was "out of [her] damn mind!"
Oh no, she's not taking any more crap.

Taylor: "What's wrong? Did you think I was going to stand here and take your garbage? No, no. You know, I'm not going to be the one on the defensive anymore, Brooke. You are. And I'm done playing fair with you. So this is war? Guess what? I'm taking back my territory. I'm taking back what is mine. I'm taking back my husband."
That jackass isn't worth fighting over, but who doesn't love seeing Brooke and Taylor at each other's throats?

I love it when a plan comes together.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:25:00 +0000

Taytots? Check.
Interfering old bat? Check.

Group hug? Check.

We want daddy back!

Get with Taylor.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:20:00 +0000

You think I should get with Taylor?

I'm telling you - get with Taylor!
Now, there's a good boy.

Isn't Katie adorable?

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:17:00 +0000

Um, no. Just kill her off already. Please.

Confirmation he won't be walking down the aisle (or anywhere anytime soon).

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 22:03:00 +0000

It didn't look too good for Rick after his fall from the Forrester Creations rooftop.
His sister, Dougie Forrester MD, was on the case. This is serious Bridget... hell, she's wearing glasses, she must mean business. Just the other month she googled a cure for her heart-transplant aunt, who was up shit creek (i.e. terminal). Before that, she stuck her mommy's eggs in Taylor by mistake, but whatever, we can't all be 100% perfect, can we?

"Riiiiiick, Riiiiick."
Okay, that woke him up. But, things weren't so great...
... oh my God he can't feel his legs! He's paralysed (for about two weeks, I'd guess).
"Oh, geez Louise, just what I needed."

Insane in the brain.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:56:00 +0000

Crazy lady Pam was lured to Eric's mansion. She thought her momma was ill. It was all a ploy to get hold of the nutcase and stop her reign of animal terror (bear attacks and deadly snakes, that kind of thing).

Loopy Lou seemed to show some remorse.
She could bear-ly believe what she'd done.
And then she collapsed; it was terribly dramatic.

Pammy, apparently, is one of daytime soaps' brain tumour killers. Like Jana on Y&R we're expected to believe it was da brain tumour what made me do it. Oh well, I guess I'm glad they kept serial killer ("dead dog, dead dog") Jana around, and I feel the same about Pam. I just hope they don't turn Pam into a dippy hippy dispensing advice over her manky old Ouija board.

The Pigman cometh.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:22:00 +0000

When you get soft-focus love scenes like this:

It usually means there's trouble brewing for the copulating ones.

"Oh, Widge, Widgiepoo, I wuv you."

Yeah, yeah, save it, Brooke... we all know what's coming.
"Look, it's almost time for a plot device to drive us apart."

And thank the Lord for small mercies. That man has been a pig to her for years, why can't she just dump his sorry ass once and for all? I hope that if we do get Tridge (Taylor and Ridge), then it isn't by default... but you know it's on the cards.

For years that's what Brooke was to Ridge, and those pairings are hard to get behind. Seriously, who wants him lusting after Brooke, and Taylor being second best for that creep? What is it - the ego? The jazz hands? What do women in LA find irresistible about the douche bag? TELL ME, WHAT IS IT?

Love on a rooftop.

noreply@blogger.com (Marone Macaroni) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:07:00 +0000

Taylor confessed to Rick that she was still in love with Ridge, that she'd been smooching with Ridge, and that she couldn't go through with the marriage to Rick. Rick was as miffed as most of the audience: why that scuzz bucket?!

After taking some time to think about it, Rick approached Ridge in a calm and rational manner.

Poor Widgiepoo, he was struggling for breath. After freeing himself from Rick's headlock, Ridge could relax...
... until he realised he'd pushed Rick off the roof...
... and oh my God his shoe's come off. This was frikkin' serious, man.