Okay, to write this post, I have to make a huge leap and admit to severe dorkiness. Oh, what a leap that is - I know you in the Internets are savagely shocked. Well. Here it is. I watch Grey's Anatomy. I do. Religiously and obsessively. Don't call me Thursday between 8 and 9 Central Time, I'm only able to provide conversational monosyllables. However, the latest developments on this show may take my dorky devotion into the past tense. You see, Denny Duquette, the man Izzie loved enough to risk her career for and eventually kill, is back. Seriously. Seriously!? "Izzie, I'm real, and I'm here for you." She touches him, sure enough flesh. Kissing. Blech. Now, I've heard the scuttlebutt about Katherine Heigl wanting out, and okay, take her out with a brain tumor and tactile hallucinations, but don't make us drag through The Great Zombie Love Story.
I, for one, love love loved Denny and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and it is weirdly nice to see those crazy dimples yet again, but this and other recent storyline fits and starts equate to a leap over a great white for the series. I have some thoughts that might throw a life preserver onto the shark-infested trampoline. I mean, bring Hahn back and give the woman at least an ending and closure with the cast. She and Callie were fun and dangerous, especially with Sloan in the mix. The new interns need to be reined in, that cutting stuff was just too too icky. The new cardiac specialist with Asperger's seems like too much of a one-note tune. Boston Legal is already doing that storyline with grace and humor, don't be a pale imitation. Give us more Mer and Der, give Alex some decent and lasting love or just make him the giant jerk he tends to fall into. More George!!! More Cristina and the new guy!!! More Bailey - how did her family thing play out finally? Please? Let Denny be dead, and take ol' whiny self-centered morose Izzie with him. Or I may be history. I'll reprogram the remote and never darken the door at Seattle Grace again. I'll watch the two back to back episodes of Ace of Cakes that I've missed weekly to support the anti-lesbian, pro-zombie, scalpel-crazy interns and too-sparse glimpses of McDreamy's sweet loving Meredith smile direction of the show. Fondant-covered replicas of Faneuil Hall trump that shark jumping madness any day.
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