House MD and whining about pointless things that I have no power over
I've been watching a lot of House MD lately. And by a lot, I mean this is pretty much my new Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Got seasons 2 and 4 from the library last....Wednesday?...and I'm two episodes away from the end of season 4 now. Actually...I think I watched all but those 2 eps of season 4 today. (BTW, I think s4 is the gayest season. House's arguments with Wilson over Amber: totally signs of unrequited love, jealousy, and grudging respect for a worthy rival. Or so goes my interpretation through those permanently affixed slash goggles. In my defense, there's a non-Amber-related episode where House says "I love you" to Wilson. It...could have been a response to Wilson prescribing pain meds...)
Anyway, I'm only stopping now because I know that the last two episodes of season four are the saddest things ever, and I'm already feeling sort of down, and if I cry over this TV show AGAIN I will never more respect myself. So instead of wimpily crying over my soap opera in private where no one can mock me, I'm wimpily whining in a public about how sadddd I'm going to be when Wilson breaks up with House. Rational, no?
(I'm also stopping because I began feeling lightheaded and dizzy, and I suspect it's from too much TV, or anyway, it can't hurt to be a more active participator in my brain patterns. Writing thoughts down instead of letting them be dictated by pretty flashing colors on a screen. You know.)
/END HOUSE MONOLOGUE
I have some complaints. One, no one ever seems to read the fiction I post on LJ. D: This causes me to shed tears of woe. It also causes me not to post fiction on LJ. Two, I am "cowriting" a Sherlock Holmes story with a couple of friends of mine, and they aren't reading my contributions either. "Cowriting" is in quotes because I'm the only one who has written anything or come up with plot ideas. I am a person who lives for praise. (Or helpful comments I like to call "constructive criticism." I might get annoyed at critical criticisms, but they do get me motivated to [a] prove them wrong, or [b] make it better.) I wither and die when no one cares one way or the other. This is why I start chattering in a shrill voice when my fellow conversationater stops responding. I'm very insecure that way. I blame my parents. Mom has this special blank look and silence that means one of several things:
1. "I stopped listening to you."
2. "I don't care about what you're saying."
3. "I disapprove of what you're saying."
4. "I have nothing to add."
5. "I'm listening closely and sympathizing with every word."
6. "This is interesting. Go on."
7. "You didn't notice, but I went to go pee while your back was turned."
8. "I didn't realize you were still talking to me."
9. "I'm asleep. What, it's the end of the movie! You know I always fall asleep before the final climactic scenes! You expected me to be awake for the credits so we could discuss the film's implications?"
10. "I'm angry with you for some reason you are unaware of but should know about already, why are you even pretending we're on good terms."
So you can understand why I get very nervous when people don't reply to things.
Therefore, I am giving you an easy way to assuage my fears (if you so choose). If you have read something I posted, but don't have anything to say yet, put this symbol
(.)
in a comment. I saw it somewhere else, where they called it a pebble. Leave a pebble to show you were there. It will make me feel better. Does nothing for my ego, but.....we can't have everything, can we?
My other complaint is Sarah Rees Brennan. She is getting the pairings COMPLETELY WRONG in her Demon's Lexicon series! Mae shouldn't fall for Nick (the Demon)--it's too predictable! Mary Sue-ish! And her little makeout scene with the nerdsome mastermind Alan (Nick's brother--incestuous much?) was frikkin hot! And adorable at the same time--which is hard to pull off! omg. Furthermore, the Nick and Jamie dynamic is so awesome I can't even describe. Jamie falling for Gerald, the Silver-Tongued Evil Magician who tried to kill Jamie's sister--nooooooooo! So bad! And then Seth, the Evil Magician-in-Training, falling for Jamie but dating his sister? It's like a gay love triangle from hell! Sooo bad! Wait. I already said that. And if you've been keeping up, Mae has kissed all the boys except the one who tried to kill her. Including one boy who digs her brother (Seth), one boy who IS A DEMON, and two brothers. All the while, the sexiest scenes in the book haven't had any kissing in them at all, and they're between Mae and this magic dancing girl, Sin. Who are canonically straight (or at least, like boys), but have enough chemistry to blow up a building.
The third and final book is told from Sin's point of view. One can only hope that she was faking the hetero all along, and that SRB pulls a "whoops, bisexual" card out for Mae. Then I will be okay with not getting to hear about Nick and Jamie's smoking hot manlove and Alan (the most badass nerd EVER) not getting any love. But only if we get a Nick/Jamie bromance! Bromance is an acceptable substitute for gay sex, sometimes. Like Pepsi is an acceptable substitute for Coke if you're just really in the mood for soda and the movie theater only sells Pepsi products. But only if you promise yourself a real Coke later! (In this metaphor, that would mean looking up slash later and pretending it's canon.)
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Have I mentioned that House and Wilson are so lovers? DON'T CONTRADICT ME IT'S TRUE. THEY JUST EDIT OUT THOSE SCENES FOR TELEVISION.
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EDIT: Couldn't sleep after posting this, so at 3 in the morning (ill-advisedly) I got myself some chamomile tea and went and watch the two saddest episodes of my life. Totally beat out Fred dying. I not only cried, I whimpered like a little girl. There may have been hand-wringing and cries of "noooo" to the heedless television.
Got seasons 2 and 4 from the library last....Wednesday?...and I'm two episodes away from the end of season 4 now. Actually...I think I watched all but those 2 eps of season 4 today. (BTW, I think s4 is the gayest season. House's arguments with Wilson over Amber: totally signs of unrequited love, jealousy, and grudging respect for a worthy rival. Or so goes my interpretation through those permanently affixed slash goggles. In my defense, there's a non-Amber-related episode where House says "I love you" to Wilson. It...could have been a response to Wilson prescribing pain meds...)
Anyway, I'm only stopping now because I know that the last two episodes of season four are the saddest things ever, and I'm already feeling sort of down, and if I cry over this TV show AGAIN I will never more respect myself. So instead of wimpily crying over my soap opera in private where no one can mock me, I'm wimpily whining in a public about how sadddd I'm going to be when Wilson breaks up with House. Rational, no?
(I'm also stopping because I began feeling lightheaded and dizzy, and I suspect it's from too much TV, or anyway, it can't hurt to be a more active participator in my brain patterns. Writing thoughts down instead of letting them be dictated by pretty flashing colors on a screen. You know.)
/END HOUSE MONOLOGUE
I have some complaints. One, no one ever seems to read the fiction I post on LJ. D: This causes me to shed tears of woe. It also causes me not to post fiction on LJ. Two, I am "cowriting" a Sherlock Holmes story with a couple of friends of mine, and they aren't reading my contributions either. "Cowriting" is in quotes because I'm the only one who has written anything or come up with plot ideas. I am a person who lives for praise. (Or helpful comments I like to call "constructive criticism." I might get annoyed at critical criticisms, but they do get me motivated to [a] prove them wrong, or [b] make it better.) I wither and die when no one cares one way or the other. This is why I start chattering in a shrill voice when my fellow conversationater stops responding. I'm very insecure that way. I blame my parents. Mom has this special blank look and silence that means one of several things:
1. "I stopped listening to you."
2. "I don't care about what you're saying."
3. "I disapprove of what you're saying."
4. "I have nothing to add."
5. "I'm listening closely and sympathizing with every word."
6. "This is interesting. Go on."
7. "You didn't notice, but I went to go pee while your back was turned."
8. "I didn't realize you were still talking to me."
9. "I'm asleep. What, it's the end of the movie! You know I always fall asleep before the final climactic scenes! You expected me to be awake for the credits so we could discuss the film's implications?"
10. "I'm angry with you for some reason you are unaware of but should know about already, why are you even pretending we're on good terms."
So you can understand why I get very nervous when people don't reply to things.
Therefore, I am giving you an easy way to assuage my fears (if you so choose). If you have read something I posted, but don't have anything to say yet, put this symbol
(.)
in a comment. I saw it somewhere else, where they called it a pebble. Leave a pebble to show you were there. It will make me feel better. Does nothing for my ego, but.....we can't have everything, can we?
My other complaint is Sarah Rees Brennan. She is getting the pairings COMPLETELY WRONG in her Demon's Lexicon series! Mae shouldn't fall for Nick (the Demon)--it's too predictable! Mary Sue-ish! And her little makeout scene with the nerdsome mastermind Alan (Nick's brother--incestuous much?) was frikkin hot! And adorable at the same time--which is hard to pull off! omg. Furthermore, the Nick and Jamie dynamic is so awesome I can't even describe. Jamie falling for Gerald, the Silver-Tongued Evil Magician who tried to kill Jamie's sister--nooooooooo! So bad! And then Seth, the Evil Magician-in-Training, falling for Jamie but dating his sister? It's like a gay love triangle from hell! Sooo bad! Wait. I already said that. And if you've been keeping up, Mae has kissed all the boys except the one who tried to kill her. Including one boy who digs her brother (Seth), one boy who IS A DEMON, and two brothers. All the while, the sexiest scenes in the book haven't had any kissing in them at all, and they're between Mae and this magic dancing girl, Sin. Who are canonically straight (or at least, like boys), but have enough chemistry to blow up a building.
The third and final book is told from Sin's point of view. One can only hope that she was faking the hetero all along, and that SRB pulls a "whoops, bisexual" card out for Mae. Then I will be okay with not getting to hear about Nick and Jamie's smoking hot manlove and Alan (the most badass nerd EVER) not getting any love. But only if we get a Nick/Jamie bromance! Bromance is an acceptable substitute for gay sex, sometimes. Like Pepsi is an acceptable substitute for Coke if you're just really in the mood for soda and the movie theater only sells Pepsi products. But only if you promise yourself a real Coke later! (In this metaphor, that would mean looking up slash later and pretending it's canon.)
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Have I mentioned that House and Wilson are so lovers? DON'T CONTRADICT ME IT'S TRUE. THEY JUST EDIT OUT THOSE SCENES FOR TELEVISION.
*
EDIT: Couldn't sleep after posting this, so at 3 in the morning (ill-advisedly) I got myself some chamomile tea and went and watch the two saddest episodes of my life. Totally beat out Fred dying. I not only cried, I whimpered like a little girl. There may have been hand-wringing and cries of "noooo" to the heedless television.