At some point I'll get around to posting about the movies I've seen and the books I've read, but right now I'm doing the laundry, changing the litter box (AUGH) and doing other chores before I go down to my mother's ( Read more... )

I just published your wonderful DVD "commentary" with  "David Shore" and  "Greg Yaitanes" on my blog,  "Diary of a Mad Fashionista.' For anyone who hasn't read it, please go here:

Diary of A Mad Fashionista

After the furor of my previous entry, I thought it would be nice to put in some fun.  Again, thank you for a piece of comic genius, barefootpuddles !!

Now go ( Read more... )

Written for flywoman's Jagged Little Pill challenge
Genre: post-ep, angst
Word count: 465

House was still sitting on the bathroom floor when he heard Wilson pounding at the door. Slowly he dragged himself off, his leg spasming, and hop-limped to let Wilson in.

“How are you doing? I got a call from Cuddy’s sister. How did she find out about the Vicodin ( Read more... )

A/N: In the interests of equal time, I am putting aside all questions of Huddy or Hilson, and am letting House's leg speak its mind about Season Six.

I’m not a doctor, but I play one on tv. Actually, part of one. I am Gregory House’s leg. No, not the pretty left one, the ugly rarely seen crapped up right one. I had major problems with Season Six, ( Read more... )

As much as I enjoyed  "The Down Low," and squee'd at the proposal and the end, it felt just a wee bit forced.  With the advent of Twitter and imagining how the staff is now barraged with Tweets, I wonder if any of the fandom/magazine coverage/whatever is affecting the show?  It almost seemed like the B-story was meant to titillate the many Hilsons ( Read more... )