EPISODE IN REVIEW: SEASON 3 FINALE
This is insanely late. I am aware of this fact and very very sorry for it. My excuses are as follows:
1. Since moving into the new apartment, I've been stealing the interwebz from some wireless router owned by someone I don't know who happens to live in my building. This leaves my interwebz access unpredictable at best.
2. As a result of the bad interwebz connection, it took me around a week to download the season finale.
3. Shortly after I downloaded it, I was a jackass and burnt my hand very badly while cooking. My right hand was puffy, red and ouchy. I could barely flex my fingers, let alone do any typing.
4. I've also been procrastinating, as is my wont. Add the fact that I've been desperately searching for a job and trying to make friends in a place where I know NOBODY, and it makes it so I don't spend a whole lotta time on the computer.
Thanks for everyone who kept prodding me to get this out. I hope it's worth the wait. :D
Before we begin, was it just me, or did all the actors seem really stoned during the entire episode? I seriously felt like there was a veil of apathy blanketing them all. Also, the cinematogrophy or whatever you call the style of filming, like the different shots and stuff, was really different than it normally iz. It was odd. 0_o
EPISODE IN REVIEW: ZOMG TEH SEASON'S OVURRRRR! *tear*
Helicopter-savur-man: Zomg. Drop teh suitcase!
Teh Cuban: *Spanish Spanish Spanish*
Helicopter-savur-man: Zomg. I don't speak the Spanish.
Teh Cuban: *SPANISH*
Helicopter-savur-man: *tear* STOP MOCKING ME! *drowns heem*
Teh Cuban: Zomg. That wuz just uncalled for. I gotsta see House.
Helicopter-savur-man: Wow. Your English speaking skillz got real good real fast.
Teh Cuban: I'm a fast learner. :D
baka_sensei: wtf.
House: Teehee! I'm so clever hidin' behind this here paper. I'm like a fakking spy. ^_^
Wilson: House! Why aren't you answering yer fone? Yoo totally haven't been returning my calls!
House: O_O Thanks fer blowin' mah cover, you dum-head. Now Foreman will totally catch on to my mad ninja skillz. And this whole thing where you act like a jilted girlfriend really has to stop.
Wilson: Yoo know yoo like eet. :-*
Wilson: Zomg. You totally hait change. I meanz, you haz the same gee-tar since 9th grade...
House: 8th.
Wilson: You has the same apartment fer 15 years, teh same car fer 10, and yoo been having teh sex wiff me for 12.
House: Well, yoo has a nice ass.
Wilson: That's besides the point! You gotsta show heem you care. Show him wut a nice guy you really iz! Now go give heem a big ol' hug! :D
House: .......wtf is wrong with you?
House: Castro looks FABULOUS in green!
Ducklings: O_o o_O o_O
House: Teehee. :D
Foreman: *gigglez*
House: Wut teh fakk. You just giggled. That's creepy. Wut are you doing on the interwebz? OMg. Iz that Pr0N?!?
Foreman: Did you know there are entire WEBSITES full of smex stories 'bout you and Wilson? :D
House: I hait yoo.
Teh Cuban Lady: Hez such a good husband and he can fix EVERY-FING but ME! *tear of the emoness*
Cameron: .... wow, your accent iz rly fake.
Teh Cuban Lady: stfu.
House: Cameron iz an easy HOR!
Cameron: zomg. I'm in the room, asshole.
House: So you think that being in the room makes yoo not a hor? Noz. Yer still a hor, silly. :D
House: Itz teh cancer!
Chase: ZOMG! You keeps tellin' Foreman hez awl right like that's gonna make him stay?! Yer wrong! Yer going about this like a stupid-face! This ain't gonna fix nuffin! WUT TEH FAKK IZ WRONG WIFF YOU!
House: Wow. That was a big tantrum.
Chase: ...I just want everyone to love each other again. Is that so much to ask? Why can't we awl be friends? GROUP HUG!
House: Um.... I has a.... cake... in the rain. I gotsta go! *runs*
Chase: *tear*
Chase: Look, I didn't really want the group hugz so don't be awl freaky--
House: Yer fired.
Chase: .... wow. That was random.
House: Yes. Yes, it was.
Chase: .....................Kayz. I go clean out my desk. Toodles!
House: *waves*
Chase: House fired me.
Cameron and Foreman: Wtf?
Chase: Oh, look, there's a hot spot on the scannur. *disappears in an abrupt manner*
Foreman: Wow. Chase is a ninja.
Cameron: ZOMG. House has been givin' him teh sneaky-lessons. Not fair. *pouts*
Foreman: Yer rly lame.
Foreman and Cameron: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: So wuddid teh pet scan say?
Cuddy: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: Yeah, we knowz. Pet scan?
Wilson: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: We've established this. Wutz teh friggen pet scan say?
Wilson: Yoo gotsta call Chase and say sorry!
House: *eye roll* Chase, wutz teh pet scan say?
Chase: Two puppies, a kitty and a hamster! :D
House: THANK YA! Yer still fired. *hangz up* Jeezus. That was annoying.
Teh Cuban: zomg. Where's this House guy?
Foreman: Wellz, here be his numbah.
Teh Cuban: Thank ya!
Foreman: Dude. Your accent is even more fake than yer wife's iz.
Teh Cuban: I knowz. Impressive, ain't it?
House: Foreman, you jerkface. That Cuban man has a big ol' crush on me and yoo gave heem mah numbah. Hez been callin' all night and Wilson is startin' to get jealous. I am SO not gettin' laid tonight cuz of yoo! Wilson gives teh best sex too. Liek, this ONE time we wuz goin' at it--
Foreman: Ewwz. TMI.
Cameron: *nosebleed*
Teh Cuban Lady: Soz... wut's wrong wiff me?
House: Yer heart iz awl stopped.
Teh Cuban Lady: Wowz. That's interesting.
House: Yeah, I knowz. So tell me a story.
Teh Cuban Lady: Well, once I wuz eatin' this enchilada....
House: This is so cool.
Foreman: Wtf.
House: OMG WILSON HELP! I'm awl trapped in the TV-place!
Wilson: OH NOEZ! Don't worry, I save you! Just hold on! Follow the sound of my voice!
House: Ha, yer stupid. I can't really see ya. I'm in the other room and yer talkin' to a monitor, yoo dum-face.
Wilson: ....yer mean. Now go awayz. I'm up to my elbows in this guy's spleen.
House: Eewz.
Foreman: *gasp gasp* We gotsta put her on bypass. I can't do CPR anymore. My arms iz tired.
House: ..... Yer head iz awl shiny and yoo smell bad. :D
Foreman: ... I hait yoo.
Foreman: Izn't it sorta inappropriate that I'm straddling her like this en route to the bypass machine?
Cameron: Probably.
Foreman: Kayz.
Teh Cuban: Why don't yoo fix her? I came all this way! I mean, I think you should fix her, cuz how can yoo fix her if'n yoo don't even look at her and--
House: Wow. You speak Spanish, English, AND Whiney!
Teh Cuban: *tear*
Cameron: I'mma miss yoo, Foreman!
Foreman: I'mma miss yoo too! *hugz*
House: *pukes*
Cameron: So... how yoo doin?
Chase: I'mma happy happy boy! I gotz a sammich! :D
Cameron: O_O Yoo are so in denial.
Chase: *breaks down* omg, I am so sad. Hold me.
Cameron: Uhhh... I gotsta go. *leaves*
Chase: MY LIFE IS FALLING APART BEFORE MAH EYEZ! *shakes fist*...... *bitez food* Damn, this is a good sammich.
House: Yer legs are awl sexy in this light.
Cuddy: Thanks.
House: I mean, it makes it so you can hardly see the varicose veins. :D
Cuddy: ....yoo asshole.
House: I'm sry. She's awl ded.
Teh Cuban: NOOOOOOO!!!! *HUGZ*
House: O__O.... Eewz. This is insanely awkward. Notice how I'm not hugging you back? Get off me.
Teh Cuban: I'm teh angst.
Teh Cuban: OMG! She's not ded! It's a MIRACLE.
House: wtf. I don't DO miracles. Jeezus?
Jeezus: Yah?
House: Yer steppin' on mah toes, man.
Jeezus: Oh. Sorry.
House: Just don't do eet again.
Jeezus: Kayz.
House: Eewz. She's got extra parts. It's all weird.
Teh Cuban Lady: So I'll live?
House: Yah. But yer still a freak.
Teh Cuban Lady: Thank God.
House: Shaddup.
Cameron: It's Tuesday.
Chase: wtf. No it ain't.
Cameron: I knowz, but I wantsta have teh sex wiff yoo.
Chase: Kayz! *kissy*
House: *pukes*
baka_sensei: That was real lame. Srsly.
Wilson: Hey, House! Make me a sammich!
House: Kayz!
Foreman: I leavez now.
House: Don't do eet, kayz?
Foreman: Noz. I go.
House: OMG YER SUCH a JERK! I MEAN, YER SO SELFISH AND EMO AND ANGSTY AND ANNOYING! I HAIT YOO!
Foreman: .... um. Kayz?
Wilson: Srsly. You are so dysfunctional.
House: Yoo lovez me anywayz. :-*
Wilson: LETS GO MAKE A BABY! :D
Foreman: *runs*
Cameron: I quit.
House: OMG FINALLY! *confetti*
baka_sensei: RING THE TRUMPETS! *dances*
Teh Cuban: Soz... Theyz all gone?
House: Yup.
Teh Cuban: And yoo don't care?
House: Not really. Life iz good. I've gotz a hawt Jewish boyfriend, lotz of butt-secks, a sexy cane and this here new gee-tar. Plus we're smokin' cigarz and gettin' schwasted. Doesn't get much better than that.
Teh Cuban: Troo dat. :D
TEH END!
In other news, since it's the off-season I think I'll go back and start doing episodes in review from the pilot on. If I get around to it. Whaddaya think? Would anyone read them? ^___^;;;;
1. Since moving into the new apartment, I've been stealing the interwebz from some wireless router owned by someone I don't know who happens to live in my building. This leaves my interwebz access unpredictable at best.
2. As a result of the bad interwebz connection, it took me around a week to download the season finale.
3. Shortly after I downloaded it, I was a jackass and burnt my hand very badly while cooking. My right hand was puffy, red and ouchy. I could barely flex my fingers, let alone do any typing.
4. I've also been procrastinating, as is my wont. Add the fact that I've been desperately searching for a job and trying to make friends in a place where I know NOBODY, and it makes it so I don't spend a whole lotta time on the computer.
Thanks for everyone who kept prodding me to get this out. I hope it's worth the wait. :D
Before we begin, was it just me, or did all the actors seem really stoned during the entire episode? I seriously felt like there was a veil of apathy blanketing them all. Also, the cinematogrophy or whatever you call the style of filming, like the different shots and stuff, was really different than it normally iz. It was odd. 0_o
EPISODE IN REVIEW: ZOMG TEH SEASON'S OVURRRRR! *tear*
Helicopter-savur-man: Zomg. Drop teh suitcase!
Teh Cuban: *Spanish Spanish Spanish*
Helicopter-savur-man: Zomg. I don't speak the Spanish.
Teh Cuban: *SPANISH*
Helicopter-savur-man: *tear* STOP MOCKING ME! *drowns heem*
Teh Cuban: Zomg. That wuz just uncalled for. I gotsta see House.
Helicopter-savur-man: Wow. Your English speaking skillz got real good real fast.
Teh Cuban: I'm a fast learner. :D
baka_sensei: wtf.
House: Teehee! I'm so clever hidin' behind this here paper. I'm like a fakking spy. ^_^
Wilson: House! Why aren't you answering yer fone? Yoo totally haven't been returning my calls!
House: O_O Thanks fer blowin' mah cover, you dum-head. Now Foreman will totally catch on to my mad ninja skillz. And this whole thing where you act like a jilted girlfriend really has to stop.
Wilson: Yoo know yoo like eet. :-*
Wilson: Zomg. You totally hait change. I meanz, you haz the same gee-tar since 9th grade...
House: 8th.
Wilson: You has the same apartment fer 15 years, teh same car fer 10, and yoo been having teh sex wiff me for 12.
House: Well, yoo has a nice ass.
Wilson: That's besides the point! You gotsta show heem you care. Show him wut a nice guy you really iz! Now go give heem a big ol' hug! :D
House: .......wtf is wrong with you?
House: Castro looks FABULOUS in green!
Ducklings: O_o o_O o_O
House: Teehee. :D
Foreman: *gigglez*
House: Wut teh fakk. You just giggled. That's creepy. Wut are you doing on the interwebz? OMg. Iz that Pr0N?!?
Foreman: Did you know there are entire WEBSITES full of smex stories 'bout you and Wilson? :D
House: I hait yoo.
Teh Cuban Lady: Hez such a good husband and he can fix EVERY-FING but ME! *tear of the emoness*
Cameron: .... wow, your accent iz rly fake.
Teh Cuban Lady: stfu.
House: Cameron iz an easy HOR!
Cameron: zomg. I'm in the room, asshole.
House: So you think that being in the room makes yoo not a hor? Noz. Yer still a hor, silly. :D
House: Itz teh cancer!
Chase: ZOMG! You keeps tellin' Foreman hez awl right like that's gonna make him stay?! Yer wrong! Yer going about this like a stupid-face! This ain't gonna fix nuffin! WUT TEH FAKK IZ WRONG WIFF YOU!
House: Wow. That was a big tantrum.
Chase: ...I just want everyone to love each other again. Is that so much to ask? Why can't we awl be friends? GROUP HUG!
House: Um.... I has a.... cake... in the rain. I gotsta go! *runs*
Chase: *tear*
Chase: Look, I didn't really want the group hugz so don't be awl freaky--
House: Yer fired.
Chase: .... wow. That was random.
House: Yes. Yes, it was.
Chase: .....................Kayz. I go clean out my desk. Toodles!
House: *waves*
Chase: House fired me.
Cameron and Foreman: Wtf?
Chase: Oh, look, there's a hot spot on the scannur. *disappears in an abrupt manner*
Foreman: Wow. Chase is a ninja.
Cameron: ZOMG. House has been givin' him teh sneaky-lessons. Not fair. *pouts*
Foreman: Yer rly lame.
Foreman and Cameron: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: So wuddid teh pet scan say?
Cuddy: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: Yeah, we knowz. Pet scan?
Wilson: ZOMG, yoo fired Chase! Wtf?
House: We've established this. Wutz teh friggen pet scan say?
Wilson: Yoo gotsta call Chase and say sorry!
House: *eye roll* Chase, wutz teh pet scan say?
Chase: Two puppies, a kitty and a hamster! :D
House: THANK YA! Yer still fired. *hangz up* Jeezus. That was annoying.
Teh Cuban: zomg. Where's this House guy?
Foreman: Wellz, here be his numbah.
Teh Cuban: Thank ya!
Foreman: Dude. Your accent is even more fake than yer wife's iz.
Teh Cuban: I knowz. Impressive, ain't it?
House: Foreman, you jerkface. That Cuban man has a big ol' crush on me and yoo gave heem mah numbah. Hez been callin' all night and Wilson is startin' to get jealous. I am SO not gettin' laid tonight cuz of yoo! Wilson gives teh best sex too. Liek, this ONE time we wuz goin' at it--
Foreman: Ewwz. TMI.
Cameron: *nosebleed*
Teh Cuban Lady: Soz... wut's wrong wiff me?
House: Yer heart iz awl stopped.
Teh Cuban Lady: Wowz. That's interesting.
House: Yeah, I knowz. So tell me a story.
Teh Cuban Lady: Well, once I wuz eatin' this enchilada....
House: This is so cool.
Foreman: Wtf.
House: OMG WILSON HELP! I'm awl trapped in the TV-place!
Wilson: OH NOEZ! Don't worry, I save you! Just hold on! Follow the sound of my voice!
House: Ha, yer stupid. I can't really see ya. I'm in the other room and yer talkin' to a monitor, yoo dum-face.
Wilson: ....yer mean. Now go awayz. I'm up to my elbows in this guy's spleen.
House: Eewz.
Foreman: *gasp gasp* We gotsta put her on bypass. I can't do CPR anymore. My arms iz tired.
House: ..... Yer head iz awl shiny and yoo smell bad. :D
Foreman: ... I hait yoo.
Foreman: Izn't it sorta inappropriate that I'm straddling her like this en route to the bypass machine?
Cameron: Probably.
Foreman: Kayz.
Teh Cuban: Why don't yoo fix her? I came all this way! I mean, I think you should fix her, cuz how can yoo fix her if'n yoo don't even look at her and--
House: Wow. You speak Spanish, English, AND Whiney!
Teh Cuban: *tear*
Cameron: I'mma miss yoo, Foreman!
Foreman: I'mma miss yoo too! *hugz*
House: *pukes*
Cameron: So... how yoo doin?
Chase: I'mma happy happy boy! I gotz a sammich! :D
Cameron: O_O Yoo are so in denial.
Chase: *breaks down* omg, I am so sad. Hold me.
Cameron: Uhhh... I gotsta go. *leaves*
Chase: MY LIFE IS FALLING APART BEFORE MAH EYEZ! *shakes fist*...... *bitez food* Damn, this is a good sammich.
House: Yer legs are awl sexy in this light.
Cuddy: Thanks.
House: I mean, it makes it so you can hardly see the varicose veins. :D
Cuddy: ....yoo asshole.
House: I'm sry. She's awl ded.
Teh Cuban: NOOOOOOO!!!! *HUGZ*
House: O__O.... Eewz. This is insanely awkward. Notice how I'm not hugging you back? Get off me.
Teh Cuban: I'm teh angst.
Teh Cuban: OMG! She's not ded! It's a MIRACLE.
House: wtf. I don't DO miracles. Jeezus?
Jeezus: Yah?
House: Yer steppin' on mah toes, man.
Jeezus: Oh. Sorry.
House: Just don't do eet again.
Jeezus: Kayz.
House: Eewz. She's got extra parts. It's all weird.
Teh Cuban Lady: So I'll live?
House: Yah. But yer still a freak.
Teh Cuban Lady: Thank God.
House: Shaddup.
Cameron: It's Tuesday.
Chase: wtf. No it ain't.
Cameron: I knowz, but I wantsta have teh sex wiff yoo.
Chase: Kayz! *kissy*
House: *pukes*
baka_sensei: That was real lame. Srsly.
Wilson: Hey, House! Make me a sammich!
House: Kayz!
Foreman: I leavez now.
House: Don't do eet, kayz?
Foreman: Noz. I go.
House: OMG YER SUCH a JERK! I MEAN, YER SO SELFISH AND EMO AND ANGSTY AND ANNOYING! I HAIT YOO!
Foreman: .... um. Kayz?
Wilson: Srsly. You are so dysfunctional.
House: Yoo lovez me anywayz. :-*
Wilson: LETS GO MAKE A BABY! :D
Foreman: *runs*
Cameron: I quit.
House: OMG FINALLY! *confetti*
baka_sensei: RING THE TRUMPETS! *dances*
Teh Cuban: Soz... Theyz all gone?
House: Yup.
Teh Cuban: And yoo don't care?
House: Not really. Life iz good. I've gotz a hawt Jewish boyfriend, lotz of butt-secks, a sexy cane and this here new gee-tar. Plus we're smokin' cigarz and gettin' schwasted. Doesn't get much better than that.
Teh Cuban: Troo dat. :D
TEH END!
In other news, since it's the off-season I think I'll go back and start doing episodes in review from the pilot on. If I get around to it. Whaddaya think? Would anyone read them? ^___^;;;;