Episode post that's really about me

[deelaundry]

bironic came over to watch the season premiere of House with me, and I made her solemnly swear that if I ever get committed to Mayfield, she will come and get me and take me somewhere else for help.

A cocktail party as therapy? Followed by a talent show as therapy? HELL. PURE HELL. Obviously nobody involved with the show is a natural introvert.

There's stepping outside your comfort zone and then there's HELL.

Anyway, aside from my personal issues and the sad lack of Wilson, I liked the episode. I had been spoiled about the "House cries while having sex" thing, and was anticipating badfic horror but instead found that scene sweet and affecting. Go figure.

Was it just me, or was Nolan eating the maraschino cherries so dorkily reminiscent of Wilson? Hee.

I liked that we never figured out what the deal was with Nolan. He was wearing a wedding ring but there was no signifcant other with him when his dad was dying. We've got House's conjecture but no confirmation from Nolan... I like that.

Utterly unsurprised that we never actually heard House discussing his issues. Nolan brought up the death of "two colleagues" (guess they didn't want to have to go into the "best friend's girlfriend" aspect for Amber) and House's father, but we never saw House say anything about them. I think I'm going to start calling the producers Special Teams, they punt so much.

I'm going to miss the next episode due to a business dinner/trip, and I'm very bummed. Oh well, a twenty-four hour wait won't kill me, right? Right?

Love y'all, by the way. Just throwing that out there.

Comments

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

Maybe the issues will unfold as House deals with them/not deals with them this year. I had the feeling a lot of what we saw was House learning a new template for not being miserable or making others miserable: Wilson turned him down, he made friendships, reached out to others, and even the brief interlude with Lydia was baby steps toward a relationship with a woman that he didn't deliberately sabotage from the start.

Small talk with strangers is my idea of utter hell, and I have no performing arts talent at all. I really think the desire not to be the center of attention (or make an ass of yourself in public) could be genetic: My husband and son are very good musicians with great voices, and they'd both rather be burned at the stake than be in a talent show.