And so it begins.....

The Great Soap comparison bet between the Venerable and myself.

'All My Children' vs. 'One Life to Live'. I finally found the connection to the former on the intertubes this morning, so I sucked up a weeks' worth of episodes to find out what is going on there. This took the better part of my afternoon, just watching.

Now, when you get in cold to a Soap, it is like entering a very strange world. Or emigrating, for that matter... you don't know who is connected to whom, and everyone seems a bit odd, but you have to put on your thinking cap, especially if you are emigrating, and figure everything out as quickly as you can.

Soaps are easier than emigrating. You can make mistakes, and first impressions aren't always the correct ones and carry no consequences.

So... over the past week, the Venerable gets one plus point. His series is far more integrated, and that is very nice. I discovered an actress who seemingly specialises in playing psycho-mom nut jobs, which gave me some hilarity.... Otherwise, have only gotten a toe-hold on this.

So it is not gonna be over for a while.

Now, some people are gonna be wondering 'what's he bloviating about???'

I think Soaps are a mirror of society, and don't tell the American Family Association, but they change attitudes.... 'Shhhhhhh!' Don't breathe a word'.

I tend to look at them sociologically.

I was sick at home for two weeks once as a teen, and my Mom was hooked on 'her stories'.

You know how teens can be, kinda uppity and rebellious. But the stories intrigued me, so I would come home, and ask her, 'What is so-and so up to, what happened to him or her?' and we had a basis for normal discussion.

Never underestimate the value of a Soap.

So... the Venerable got a scooter. I couldn't imagine what that meant, I just couldn't. It's a three wheeler battery-driven contraption to take him out to the mail-box, and he proudly told me he drove it around the house when it arrived today.

That sort of reminded me of when my Mom decided to put on my roller skates and careen around our kitchen yelling 'Whee!' (I am so not kidding....)

So, Venerable... is the bet still on?