the nomness

Outstanding patient of the week. Wow. Mugabe comes to Jersey. Unbelievable. Or rather, incredibly, just believable enough. If I had any purchase in the production world of House I’d say congratulations all around for some extraordinary work, but not having any and saying that just makes me sound like a tremendous douche so I’ll stick to the hotness.

I can’t quite decide which of the blonde wonder twins grew a relatively bigger pair last night but my guess is they won’t be battling about it for long.

Last night’s anticipatory TV schedule felt so much like junior high that I was tempted to look forward to Kate & Allie. Starting with House, followed by Lie To Me (and I had just enough presence of mind to avoid next week’s teaser. go me), then a brief field trip for sustenance, back in time for Letterman and Steve Martin (who rocked the chair with his hot socks and tortoiseshells), and ending the evening with Craig Ferguson. Oh. My. God. A friend told me she was crushing on him a year or so ago but I thought nothing of it. Oh. My. God. She should’ve elaborated. I truly don’t think this is feeding off my #1 hotscot (although they did know each other in Glasgow) (hee, I’d die for pics). Ferguson minces around all over the place and somehow it’s not annoying. How is this possible? Not only is it not annoying, it’s CHARMING and fucking ADORABLE. Incredible. And he’s on every weeknight!? There go my early mornings.