Random Ridiculous Realization...Make up your own number

So anyway, I was lounging about, relaxing, after getting a needle full of crap jammed in my retina (don't ask), trying not to rub my eye when I saw an ad for SoapNet, the channel that replays endless soap opera reruns.

It reminds me of how when I was a pre-teen, I was addicted to these trashy shows. I loved them.

I loved how the plots made no sense when thought about deeply.

I loved how the characters would sleep together in really weird combinations just for the sake of drama.

I loved the way the timelines never worked out, children aged too quickly or stayed young through countless recasts forever, to the point where sometimes you had two characters that played together as infants, ten years later, one would be five years old and the other would be going off to college.

I loved the sense of history, many of the soap operas ran daily since the 1960s, and sometimes some of the earlier characters/actors returned or made an appearance, aweing everyone with their presences.

I loved the way long-lost relatives, evil twins, children given up for adoption, absentee parents, and hidden blood relationships between pre-established characters all served to make my head explode.

I loved how the characters had the most random shit happen to them, explosions, mob hits, alien abductions, kidnappings by Columbian Drug Lords, and everything else under the sun.

I loved how villainous plots included everything from abduction, murder, impersonation, corporate espionage, and/or freezing the world.

I loved how after some really intense storyline, there'd be a follow up with different characters doing something batshit like disguising as nuns in an abbey in order to hitch a ride to Las Vegas.

I loved how death was never really permanent and you knew if you didn't see a body, or even sometimes if you did, it meant they'd be back. And probably evil.

I loved how one of my favorite characters ever started out as the sweetest, nicest, most altruistic character on the show then ended up with brain damage and became a thug.

...

Um. Which hobby was I talking about again?

You know, this makes me think that comics are ignoring a very lucrative market here. Women aged 20-60 or so...the ones that still watch these shows and have been since the 1960s...

All it'd take is the right kind of marketing.

...sure guys and gals kicking badguy's butts in spandex is a little silly. But Port Charles had vampires. General Hospital had an alien, crime lords, and an evil Greco-Russian family that tried to Freeze the World and hid a deep dark secret in a fabrige egg. Days of Our Lives had satatic possession. And I'm not gonna start on Passions.

Silliness might not be much of an obstacle after all.

Besides, there's a character on All My Children right now that's supposed to have been Erica Kane's aborted fetus.

If *anyone* can make sense of Cassandra Nova, it'd be these women.

I'm just sayin'...