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House M.D. 3×22 “Resignation” and Fandom leads to hazardous driving practices. Lawd.

Firstly, if you were driving on I-40 yesterday around 11:40ish in the morning and saw a slightly erratic Corolla and thought, “I wish I could punch that motherfucker,” I APOLOGIZE SINCERELY because I was definitely choking I was laughing so God damn hard I was sort of blind. Because when you’re listening to God damn Gym Class Heroes singing “Cupid’s Chokehold” and mentally vidding to SGA it can only end in tragedy. God, if you haven’t heard this wretched awful song you won’t understand why I am — even now — crapping myself laughing at the thought of this + SGA. COME ON.

THIS IS TOTALLY A LETTER THAT RODNEY WRITES ABOUT JOHN. GOD. I’M SORRY. I’LL GET TO HOUSE IN SECOND, I HAVE TO FALL DOWN AND WEEP LAUGHING SOME MORE NOW. God just — “She even makes me pancakes. And Alka-Seltzer when my tummy aches. If that ain’t love then I don’t know what love is.” — it’s SO JOHN AND RODNEY, ALL RIGHT? Clearly I am going through new episode withdrawal something awful.

And in other news, House last night:

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Supernatural, and, indeed, the entire concept of manifest destiny, seems a whole lot less romantic after driving 300+ miles in a day.

So today I made the trek from the C.H. to Charlotte and then back again. That’s about 2 and a half hours on the road each way with a two hour cushion in the middle where I ate chicken tenders and tried to learn about Cimabue and the International Gothic style in a cafe waiting before my meeting. Some people — COUGH ASHE COUGH — really enjoy driving, and God bless ’em, they can drive for me in the future, because somewhere between High Point and Burlington while I was trapped on the endless hell of I-85, I was literally boxed in by semis and I wanted nothing more than Dean Winchester to poof into existence and be my chauffeur while Sam made his bitchface ™ in the backseat.

But really, now that it’s 10 p.m., I am equipped with surprisingly excellent Chinese food from that local place from which I have never ordered because apparently you have to know a guy who know a guy who once killed a unicorn to be able to find out THAT they deliver, I am feeling much calmer — much happier. Much more in tune with my inner child who is eating her third otter pop of the day. (It’s the only reason I’m not eating the Klondike bars that are also in the freezer. Or my spiked watermelon. Ooo — I should eat my spiked watermelon.) I forgive myself; I’m learning about Cimabue and the International Gothic style for Christ’s sake.

The point of this entry isn’t actually just to bitch about my trip, but also to point out this really excellent cool “Waffles and Manga” mix made by onelittlesleep, who, once upon a time, seriously, left me the sweetest comment I have ever gotten on a story ever, hands down. I actually had to rub at my eyes a bunch when I saw that one because oh my God, that was exactly kind of how I felt. I mean, other than the tying Conner to a scarecrow pole thing in a cornfield thing — ’cause that was all above board. The point is, I’ve been listening to the mix for a while now and ya’ll should definitely to hook yourselves up, it’s awesome, and it’s very, very appropriately Conner and Geoffrey in Visiting Hours, I think.

I think I might be starting version five of Arc. God damn my life.

Oh, and for your gratuitous hilarity of the day, check under the cut for Ouran Host Club shenanigans, some ungodly hot(t) Gaara, and Hugh Laurie being awesome. And some graphic pictures of phone sex from our favorite Lets Make Porn Stars Fall In Love! mangaka Youka Nitta, and a special bonus with a file name “clampsux.” I have no idea who (a) made these (b) snuck them onto the internet in the first place — but they’re not mine and yet, STILL hilarious:

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House M.D. 3×21 “Family”

Dear House: WTF. TORN, Pru.

Heavy spoilers below the cut — also, not a bulleted list this time:

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Can ya’ll tell I really liked House this week? Because if you can’t, I can talk more about it. Really.

Yesterday morning was horrible (locked self into bathroom and cried a bit, freaked out and made phone calls threatening to hurl myself off of 8th floors of libraries, etc. etc.) but yesterday night was awesome — because there is really nothing cooler than taking a bite of watermelon and feeling like you were just PUNCHED IN THE FACE with vodka. Awesome. Recommend everybody do it for their 4th of July celebrations.

Anyway, to even it out even more, I killed sometime last night after our Graduation Fruit and Liquor extravaganza by rewatching “House Training” and shrieking, which, believe me guys, was way classy.

I realized, midway through screencapping, that as wonderful as the show is, House is a pretty monochrome pallet — oh, well, except for Hugh Laurie. Dial-up warning, images below:

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life = depressing

I’ve been gorging myself on speculative threads on the House M.D. HoYay (homosexuality? yay!) board at Television Without Pity (shut up! I can only be restrained and smart a limited number of hours a day!) and while every other person there is talking about the possibility for a Big Gay Wilson moment or a Big Gay Wilson and House moment or what I would really call a They Finally Admit It’s Basically A Big Gay Show moment, all I could think in my head was, “It’ll never fucking happen. It’s network. We’ll be living on that Earth lite they just found before we’d get two main characters on a show admitting to and engaging in a homosexual relationship — especially not if it’s man gay,” and then I bummed myself out with my cynicism because even though I’m right — and I’m totally right — I wish I weren’t right. And not just because it’d be excellent eye candy — I think it’s evident I’m just a big fan of everybody being in love and having babies. Stupid life, denying me babies.

House M.D. 3×20 “House Training”



spoilers sdlfkjsleijsdlkfjsdlkfjesdlkfjssweoklewjds1111!!!

Suffice it to say that if I had a goat and an altar and a knife I didn’t care much about and enough testicular fortitude to sacrifice said goat with said knife on said altar, I’d be doing it right now chanting “Hooooooooouse!” and “Egaaaaaaaaan!” and “Shooooooooooooore!” and “Siiiiiiiiiiinger!” In fact, it would be this goat:


Don’t feel bad for it. It’s totally psyched about this, too. He saw the episode! And volunteered!

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I never see it coming — and — House fic

So apparently, 30 Rock is the comedy show that I didn’t know I loved because I wasn’t watching it. It’s like how I didn’t know I loved How I Met Your Mother because I hadn’t been watching it and therefore could know nothing about how Barney truly is the most awesome thing that ever did awesome. But no, ya’ll, seriously. 30 Rock is cracking my shit up: I’m almost horrified by the enormous chemistry between Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin (WHY DID NOBODY MEMO ME THAT HE COULD BE FUNNY?) and how uncontrived and still funny it is. It’s lighthearted, it’s fun, and if you click on that link I gave at the top, it’s online streaming from the internets to you — give it a try. Seriously, it’ll be a nice distraction from when failure of your final exams is imminent.

And now, more House fic!

Fixer, pt 2/?

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