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I watched The Tyrant, and I'm downloading the next ep now. I must say I enjoyed that ep more than the previous one -- the directing, acting and storyline just seemed to mesh together more.
The ninja-style process server was cool. Of course the opening scene with the diplomatic licence plate reminded me of that episode of the West Wing where the President chews out some diplomats for parking wherever they please: "You can't park there! There are big signs! I hope you get towed to Queens!", etc etc.
And dude! James Earl Jones.
Wilson's single-minded obsession with his morning espresso-sipping fountain is hilarious (and strange). Someone has got to write a fic where House fills it with food dye or rubber duckies or something.
Something like this:
Wilson likes to gaze out the window while he loads the machine head with fresh-ground coffee and tamps it down. Then he can stroll down to the fountain in the courtyard with his coffee. It's a clear, warmish Sunday, and Wilson wants to try some of the fresh blended stuff he got from the deli down the road. Caramel overtones, the brochure said.
This morning, Wilson already has half his mind on fire extinguishers and placating the neighbours, because while House usually complains about how Wilson's noisy coffee-grinding and toast-popping in the morning destroy his sleep-in, Wilson can hear him in the shower already. Strange behaviour for someone who usually gets out of bed in time to grunt grumpily, grab a piece of toast and go, but House has been exhibiting a lot of strange behavior lately.
That's as far as Wilson gets in his musing before he sees. Sees it. The beautifully tiled fountain, the fountain he pushed through the strata committee almost single-handedly (with a little bit of magic from House, which Wilson has no idea about -- and really doesn't want to), his fountain in Italian terracotta and glazed tile is green. It's spouting bright green water, and as Wilson stares dumbstruck, the coffee machine bubbling merrily away at his elbow (caramel overtones indeed), as a pigeon flies off with a distinctive St Patrick's Day tint.
He's going to kill House.
The next week, House is more subtle. Wilson is sitting in a nice patch of sun, and this time the coffee is single-origin and hand-roasted. House has his mind on the greater good, too. Two things converge in Wilson's head at once: the fact that they've entered National Safe Sex Week, and a distinctive glint of blue in the corner of Wilson's eye. A glint where there should simply be the (now) clear water, the river gravel carpeting the bottom of the fountain.
Wilson finds himself fishing what seems like handful after handful of Durex condoms out of the fountain, and of course the officious woman from the ground floor is striding over with her cowed, eternally snot-nosed child in tow. And just to top things off, House emerges from the stairway. "Hey, kid," he yells. "Have one! They're free!" Officious woman turns, and Wilson can see her lock on to a new target. "You can never start 'em too young," House says, still approaching, and it's at that point that Wilson starts plotting revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
I liked the Chase scenes. I started a fic based around those tonight, in fact. We'll see how that goes. When Chase thought Cameron was going to kill the President guy I thought "Ah, he's going to kill him," and that made me think of the ep with the famous cancer researcher. sangria_lila didn't like those Chase scenes so much, but I like Chase/Cameron (I think their scenes often work really well as a contrapuntal plot), and I liked this new drama that Chase had a leading role in. Very nice.
So yeah. Fic to write, episodes to catch up on, tenyearsoftww -- I've got some fandom homework to do!
Bed now.
The ninja-style process server was cool. Of course the opening scene with the diplomatic licence plate reminded me of that episode of the West Wing where the President chews out some diplomats for parking wherever they please: "You can't park there! There are big signs! I hope you get towed to Queens!", etc etc.
And dude! James Earl Jones.
Wilson's single-minded obsession with his morning espresso-sipping fountain is hilarious (and strange). Someone has got to write a fic where House fills it with food dye or rubber duckies or something.
Something like this:
Wilson likes to gaze out the window while he loads the machine head with fresh-ground coffee and tamps it down. Then he can stroll down to the fountain in the courtyard with his coffee. It's a clear, warmish Sunday, and Wilson wants to try some of the fresh blended stuff he got from the deli down the road. Caramel overtones, the brochure said.
This morning, Wilson already has half his mind on fire extinguishers and placating the neighbours, because while House usually complains about how Wilson's noisy coffee-grinding and toast-popping in the morning destroy his sleep-in, Wilson can hear him in the shower already. Strange behaviour for someone who usually gets out of bed in time to grunt grumpily, grab a piece of toast and go, but House has been exhibiting a lot of strange behavior lately.
That's as far as Wilson gets in his musing before he sees. Sees it. The beautifully tiled fountain, the fountain he pushed through the strata committee almost single-handedly (with a little bit of magic from House, which Wilson has no idea about -- and really doesn't want to), his fountain in Italian terracotta and glazed tile is green. It's spouting bright green water, and as Wilson stares dumbstruck, the coffee machine bubbling merrily away at his elbow (caramel overtones indeed), as a pigeon flies off with a distinctive St Patrick's Day tint.
He's going to kill House.
The next week, House is more subtle. Wilson is sitting in a nice patch of sun, and this time the coffee is single-origin and hand-roasted. House has his mind on the greater good, too. Two things converge in Wilson's head at once: the fact that they've entered National Safe Sex Week, and a distinctive glint of blue in the corner of Wilson's eye. A glint where there should simply be the (now) clear water, the river gravel carpeting the bottom of the fountain.
Wilson finds himself fishing what seems like handful after handful of Durex condoms out of the fountain, and of course the officious woman from the ground floor is striding over with her cowed, eternally snot-nosed child in tow. And just to top things off, House emerges from the stairway. "Hey, kid," he yells. "Have one! They're free!" Officious woman turns, and Wilson can see her lock on to a new target. "You can never start 'em too young," House says, still approaching, and it's at that point that Wilson starts plotting revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
I liked the Chase scenes. I started a fic based around those tonight, in fact. We'll see how that goes. When Chase thought Cameron was going to kill the President guy I thought "Ah, he's going to kill him," and that made me think of the ep with the famous cancer researcher. sangria_lila didn't like those Chase scenes so much, but I like Chase/Cameron (I think their scenes often work really well as a contrapuntal plot), and I liked this new drama that Chase had a leading role in. Very nice.
So yeah. Fic to write, episodes to catch up on, tenyearsoftww -- I've got some fandom homework to do!
Bed now.