9021...OH: Revelations Regarding the Classic Nighttime Soap
Every time Scott Scanlon comes on screen, I melt a little. Perhaps because I know his fate (he accidentally shoots himself at his birthday party, a party where the only guests under eighty and over eleven were there as a favor to David-really Donna, actually). But really, it's because I know that the fallout of Scott's untimely death lasts only a two-episode arc, and then these self-absorbed people go on to live their self-absorbed, sex-obsessed lives, rarely mentioning Scott ever again. And this brings to the surface something I don't really like about myself, because I'm watching. Forgive me, Scott, I can't stop watching.
I have nothing else to watch.