So it ends.
I didn't watch the last ep of House M.D. I read a recap. This is a perfect example of my capricious harlot fangirl ways.
I truly loved this show in the beginning. LOVED. HEARTS AND FLOWERS AND PINATAS STUFFED WITH VICODIN AND BEAUTIFUL, UNVARNISHED MISANTHROPY. Ohhh, the burning misanthropy! Greg House is, and most likely FOREVER WILL BE, my sovereign King of Smartass Bastards. Remember the first season? Friends and neighbors, that was a gift of GLORIOUS TELEVISION, wasn't it? That was EPIC tv that FANGIRL DREAMS ARE FUCKING MADE OF.
I tried to stay faithful. Then life got weird a-gain (re:X-Files) and I miss episodes and blah blah blah...until I'm reading about House driving his car through a house. At that moment, I was grateful I missed so much. I was going to say "almost" grateful. NO. TOTALLY GRATEFUL. I truly want my shows to die before some such embarrassing crap like that happens, and I'm still not entirely sure how they managed to fuck around and get to that moment. From what I did see? "Fucking around" must be included if one attempted to describe or possibly draw some sort of diagram explaining the latter days of the show.
(Actually, I really feel like including the early days when they forced some completely unnecessary mustache-twirling nemesis in House's path. WTF. I'm still not cool with that, but no show can be 100% perfect, it's just that THIS ONE WAS PRETTY EFFING CLOSE. TO ME. DIGRESS.)
And so it goes with many of the tv shows I love to an unhealthy degree. If they last long enough, the show runners and writers go totally fucking insane, creating more WTF moments than great ones, and since I'm a psycho who invests serious emotional currency in tv? It's better for me to drift off than put myself through hair-tearing torment each week. I'm planning to catch up in the only good way I've found for me to view shows with a seasonal story arc: WEEKEND LONG MARATHONS. COMMERCIAL FREE IF I CAN SWING IT.
I know the end now, so I can watch with a certain detachment. That seems sad. I once watched and couldn't wait for the next episode.
I've decided something about my tv viewing, since I'm clearly far too weird to just shut up and watch and be entertained without irrational angst. When I start getting the dread before the next episode of something? (I'm so looking at you, Supernatural.) I'ma instead watch Morgan Freeman talk about white dwarves and/or the mysterious black hole that is theoretically sneaking around somewhere in our galactic vicinity. You guys must watch the slow, probably painful demise of the show in question. I'll read the reports and then do my marathon. What. "You guys" means I deem you sane. You'll be enjoying a show and doing public service for crazy bitches. Feel good about your designated watcher/reporter status!
Having written this down, I realize that I am totally insane. I mean, I knew that? But this seriously reinforces the fact, ya know? Sheesh. Frikkin' nutbag...
I truly loved this show in the beginning. LOVED. HEARTS AND FLOWERS AND PINATAS STUFFED WITH VICODIN AND BEAUTIFUL, UNVARNISHED MISANTHROPY. Ohhh, the burning misanthropy! Greg House is, and most likely FOREVER WILL BE, my sovereign King of Smartass Bastards. Remember the first season? Friends and neighbors, that was a gift of GLORIOUS TELEVISION, wasn't it? That was EPIC tv that FANGIRL DREAMS ARE FUCKING MADE OF.
I tried to stay faithful. Then life got weird a-gain (re:X-Files) and I miss episodes and blah blah blah...until I'm reading about House driving his car through a house. At that moment, I was grateful I missed so much. I was going to say "almost" grateful. NO. TOTALLY GRATEFUL. I truly want my shows to die before some such embarrassing crap like that happens, and I'm still not entirely sure how they managed to fuck around and get to that moment. From what I did see? "Fucking around" must be included if one attempted to describe or possibly draw some sort of diagram explaining the latter days of the show.
(Actually, I really feel like including the early days when they forced some completely unnecessary mustache-twirling nemesis in House's path. WTF. I'm still not cool with that, but no show can be 100% perfect, it's just that THIS ONE WAS PRETTY EFFING CLOSE. TO ME. DIGRESS.)
And so it goes with many of the tv shows I love to an unhealthy degree. If they last long enough, the show runners and writers go totally fucking insane, creating more WTF moments than great ones, and since I'm a psycho who invests serious emotional currency in tv? It's better for me to drift off than put myself through hair-tearing torment each week. I'm planning to catch up in the only good way I've found for me to view shows with a seasonal story arc: WEEKEND LONG MARATHONS. COMMERCIAL FREE IF I CAN SWING IT.
I know the end now, so I can watch with a certain detachment. That seems sad. I once watched and couldn't wait for the next episode.
I've decided something about my tv viewing, since I'm clearly far too weird to just shut up and watch and be entertained without irrational angst. When I start getting the dread before the next episode of something? (I'm so looking at you, Supernatural.) I'ma instead watch Morgan Freeman talk about white dwarves and/or the mysterious black hole that is theoretically sneaking around somewhere in our galactic vicinity. You guys must watch the slow, probably painful demise of the show in question. I'll read the reports and then do my marathon. What. "You guys" means I deem you sane. You'll be enjoying a show and doing public service for crazy bitches. Feel good about your designated watcher/reporter status!
Having written this down, I realize that I am totally insane. I mean, I knew that? But this seriously reinforces the fact, ya know? Sheesh. Frikkin' nutbag...