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Last night, I had a dream that was, more or less, a House/The L Word crossover. And since I watched season 3 of The L Word before turning in, it wasn't exactly happy. (Aside: if the off-screen L-Word-on-mute-marathon House and Wilson had following "Forever" was of the third season...well...I don't see much post viewing sexing going on, even if it was on mute.) And because this is me we're talking about, it was flat-out weird. Wilson was dead, somehow. And in heaven -- which was way too bizarre a place to even describe. House was there, too, but he wasn't dead. And there was snark. And UST. And feelings expressed without any resolution. I woke up with a completely unrelated thought about tonight's episode of House and how a certain part should play out, but probably won't. All very strange, yet all very typical of me and my-not-quite-conscious mind.
(Another aside: I actually liked the season 3 of The L Word. Based on what I knew about it -- you know, how they made my favorite character all psycho in the beginning of the season and killed off my second favorite -- I didn't think I would. It was much better than the second season. Surprisingly, Jenny didn't annoy me, and I mostly really liked Moria/Max. Helena and Carmen were gorgeous as always. And I love Shane more than ever. Still couldn't care less about the Bette/Tina relationship, but that actually happening would be a miracle.)
(Another aside: I actually liked the season 3 of The L Word. Based on what I knew about it -- you know, how they made my favorite character all psycho in the beginning of the season and killed off my second favorite -- I didn't think I would. It was much better than the second season. Surprisingly, Jenny didn't annoy me, and I mostly really liked Moria/Max. Helena and Carmen were gorgeous as always. And I love Shane more than ever. Still couldn't care less about the Bette/Tina relationship, but that actually happening would be a miracle.)