A letter of sorts...
Dear House, M.D.,
I haven't seen the series finale yet; I'm still a few episodes behind, but I thought I'd try to form some words about you being over.
I watched the pilot on the night it aired - this is thanks to you, Robert Sean Leonard and the guest patient of the week, Robin Tunney (seen on The Mentalist, these days). I had no idea who Hugh Laurie was. I didn't know he had a whole following, or that he came from a continent over.
I bought the accent. I bought it all. I did not miss a single episode that first season (no dvr!) and I had the dvds nearly right away. I watched them upon getting them. And several times there after.
That was eight years ago - and while I have not always stood by your choices, House writers, I have stood by your show because that first season... It made sense. I got it. There was wit and heartache. So much wit.
Everybody lies.
You have made it into mainstream culture. You can make a crack about someone being House-like and people know what you're talking about. The show has moved beyond the Holmesian premise it started with, I think, but managed to become its own entity.
So, while I support the end (very much) and being able to tie it up in a bow is incredibly nice, that doesn't mean I won't miss you House. The anticipation in those early years, that helped me float along. I couldn't wait to see what was coming. There were certainly times I wanted to give up on you, but I stuck with you. The little gems made it worthwhile in the end. I'm fairly certain I have actually seen (or will see) every episode.
And of course, Wilson, there is no House without Wilson. I will miss seeing you on screen, RSL.
In short... It's hard to believe tonight is the last episode. You done good.
Good-bye, House. Thanks for being there.
-Me
I haven't seen the series finale yet; I'm still a few episodes behind, but I thought I'd try to form some words about you being over.
I watched the pilot on the night it aired - this is thanks to you, Robert Sean Leonard and the guest patient of the week, Robin Tunney (seen on The Mentalist, these days). I had no idea who Hugh Laurie was. I didn't know he had a whole following, or that he came from a continent over.
I bought the accent. I bought it all. I did not miss a single episode that first season (no dvr!) and I had the dvds nearly right away. I watched them upon getting them. And several times there after.
That was eight years ago - and while I have not always stood by your choices, House writers, I have stood by your show because that first season... It made sense. I got it. There was wit and heartache. So much wit.
Everybody lies.
You have made it into mainstream culture. You can make a crack about someone being House-like and people know what you're talking about. The show has moved beyond the Holmesian premise it started with, I think, but managed to become its own entity.
So, while I support the end (very much) and being able to tie it up in a bow is incredibly nice, that doesn't mean I won't miss you House. The anticipation in those early years, that helped me float along. I couldn't wait to see what was coming. There were certainly times I wanted to give up on you, but I stuck with you. The little gems made it worthwhile in the end. I'm fairly certain I have actually seen (or will see) every episode.
And of course, Wilson, there is no House without Wilson. I will miss seeing you on screen, RSL.
In short... It's hard to believe tonight is the last episode. You done good.
Good-bye, House. Thanks for being there.
-Me