the nomness

Right.  So, I’ve been having trouble concentrating on work today.  This is usually (not) an issue but last night I got caught up on House.  I should mention that I’ve only ever seen one episode live on TV; every other episode has been watched via DVD.  Commercials make me mental and don’t allow for nearly as much pausing and replaying of scenes as I quickly determined would be necessary.

5 minutes into the second episode of Season 4, forced onto me by an old young friend who (I believe) has the hots for Chase, I was done.  I wanted to stop watching so that I could get all caught up and understand exactly who everyone was and what all was going on.  WHO in the HELL was this dude and why had he not been forced upon me earlier?  Or since.  Repeatedly. Perhaps involving a wall.  What.

I then proceeded to seek out everything Hugh Laurie had ever produced.  Thank god for Netflix because I rocked through some serious British comedy series, classics that I’d always intended to watch but had never gotten around to, Blackadder chief amongst them.  Jeeves & Wooster was hands down my favorite, and is next in line to be purchased.  It took a half minute to acclimate to the English accent and since I wasn’t watching House regularly yet, I became all swoony for Mr. Laurie.  I’d been swoony for Mr. Fry’s words for years and years so he was a lovely addition and cemented my decision to go nuts for another tall one.

Having viewed/read/heard damn near everything the man has produced, I have to say – my deep and abiding lust begins and ends with House.  That character does many more things to my brain than Mr. Laurie by himself.  And this is as it should be.  I’m not fond of lusting after husbands.  I’ve done it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not too terribly content with it.  House, on the other hand, and we’ll just leave the whole fictional element out of it for now, is totally up for grabs.  I’ve never had a thing for a specific eye color but godDAMN the gaze he can pull from those blues.  The confidence, the ego, the clavicles, the ability to flirt with anything on legs (and occasionally not).  The tortured genius thing to an extent, but really it’s everything else.  I ship House with Cuddy, I ship him with Wilson, I ship him with a career seaman and anyone else who might actually give him some, and will let me watch comfortably in slo-mo from my couch.  If this show had been on when I was 12, I would have studied medicine.  And the sad thing is, even now I still would.

So, yeah.  Last night’s episodes.  I read the forums but avoid spoilers like lupus.  I knew the basics of the Season 4 ending but not a lot of the specifics.  This has worked well because last night blew me away. I know the same amount about Season 5′s ending* but will have to wait til the DVD release in August, so now I’m back to rewatching from the beginning.  This was my first go through the entire series and I didn’t want it to be up to date.  I had to check with Effbit last night, to see if I should finish off Season 4 or start over from the beginning to lesson the pain of having to wait for S5.  Now I can stroll through the pretty all over again.

*and this will be the killer because, if i were prone to vidding (and i think i might have to do a couple of them to get it out of my system), i KNOW there’s good stuff a-comin’.  gaaahhhhh….