House & other stuff
Apr. 29th, 2009 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
subiteveneinoremThat was one amazing episode. My thoughts under the cut:
- I adore Anne Dudek. Her Amber-House was amazing. Her interactions with House - great. And the ending (from the bathroom revelation to "Sleep well?") was a bit scary.
- I was wondering why "Amber" remained quiet when House took the receipt for sleeping pills from Cuddy. It was like she was agreeing with him, that hallucinations and their aftermath are not safe. Then House's subconscious was agreeing with him. Conllusion being: House couldn't want to kill Chase. That was a coincidence. IMO of course, because my opinion and writers' opinion are not the same (unfortunately).
- Wilson. Pantsless. O.M.F.G! First prize for RSL for being that brave. HE LIGHTS MY FIRE. Pity House wasn't there to see that. Now that's interesting, 'cause he wanted Wilson at the party, wanted him to get drunk and making a fool of himself, and when he accomplished that, he preferred sitting in the bathtub in a closed bathroom than admiring the view. Could that be the too obvious H/W subtext? Now come on, we've had the "...secret, and very unconscious desire to get Wilson into my bedroom" line. Slahers' hearts are rising. Especially the ones' who had heard of-- or actually saw-- Global's promo for next week's episode. Oh, and I couldn't help myself after seeing that screencap.
- Foreteen. I liked them. Somebody fortunalely forgot about "oh-my-God-I'm-dying!" plot and gave us an amazing scene of choosing the strippers. Really, Thirteen was H.O.T. Smoking hot in that scene.
- The light. Now that was something. Until the "strawberry revelation" everything was so bright and shiny. Reminded me of angels, dunno why. Ant then puff! and we're back to Simple Explanation's darkness and gloom.
- The Party itself. From the preparations (ice cream-- limoncello!, the burning corpse!) to Chase's kidnapping to Wilson's apartment. Fucking great. Taub-sandwich FTW! Stuffed kangaroo! And do not forget the burning pyramid! Me wants.
- House. Now, let me begin with I LOVE YOU, HUGH! Him and Amber, the boom-box scene (though not so realistic, wiht the leg and all)-- amazing. But there's another thing-- why the hell was he so keen on the party idea and wanted to organise it? And more, House was nice. An implant for the patient (I'm not buying the explanation he gave Cuddy), the party itself, the preparations (the ice cream scenes with the team and with Chase), all Chase scenes (the hug and the speech). Something's wrong.
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Other news being:
Got Taste of Violet's permission to upload my translation here and at fanfiction.net. I've got a bit to re-type left and will do it when possible.
Been to a "date" (duh!) with one emo-guy. All emo-stuff aside (and there was a lot of it), we were talking about ninja-pidgeons, drawigs and Naruto. Really, hope I'll never see him again.
May 4th being a very probable date of my death. Still haven't even begin to learn for my matura exams. Well, I tried. But me trying is me opening a book and deciding there's too many other things to do rather than that. I fail at life.
I fail at English, too. Forgive me, will ya?
Pip-pip.
- I adore Anne Dudek. Her Amber-House was amazing. Her interactions with House - great. And the ending (from the bathroom revelation to "Sleep well?") was a bit scary.
- I was wondering why "Amber" remained quiet when House took the receipt for sleeping pills from Cuddy. It was like she was agreeing with him, that hallucinations and their aftermath are not safe. Then House's subconscious was agreeing with him. Conllusion being: House couldn't want to kill Chase. That was a coincidence. IMO of course, because my opinion and writers' opinion are not the same (unfortunately).
- Wilson. Pantsless. O.M.F.G! First prize for RSL for being that brave. HE LIGHTS MY FIRE. Pity House wasn't there to see that. Now that's interesting, 'cause he wanted Wilson at the party, wanted him to get drunk and making a fool of himself, and when he accomplished that, he preferred sitting in the bathtub in a closed bathroom than admiring the view. Could that be the too obvious H/W subtext? Now come on, we've had the "...secret, and very unconscious desire to get Wilson into my bedroom" line. Slahers' hearts are rising. Especially the ones' who had heard of-- or actually saw-- Global's promo for next week's episode. Oh, and I couldn't help myself after seeing that screencap.
- Foreteen. I liked them. Somebody fortunalely forgot about "oh-my-God-I'm-dying!" plot and gave us an amazing scene of choosing the strippers. Really, Thirteen was H.O.T. Smoking hot in that scene.
- The light. Now that was something. Until the "strawberry revelation" everything was so bright and shiny. Reminded me of angels, dunno why. Ant then puff! and we're back to Simple Explanation's darkness and gloom.
- The Party itself. From the preparations (ice cream-- limoncello!, the burning corpse!) to Chase's kidnapping to Wilson's apartment. Fucking great. Taub-sandwich FTW! Stuffed kangaroo! And do not forget the burning pyramid! Me wants.
- House. Now, let me begin with I LOVE YOU, HUGH! Him and Amber, the boom-box scene (though not so realistic, wiht the leg and all)-- amazing. But there's another thing-- why the hell was he so keen on the party idea and wanted to organise it? And more, House was nice. An implant for the patient (I'm not buying the explanation he gave Cuddy), the party itself, the preparations (the ice cream scenes with the team and with Chase), all Chase scenes (the hug and the speech). Something's wrong.
---
Other news being:
Got Taste of Violet's permission to upload my translation here and at fanfiction.net. I've got a bit to re-type left and will do it when possible.
Been to a "date" (duh!) with one emo-guy. All emo-stuff aside (and there was a lot of it), we were talking about ninja-pidgeons, drawigs and Naruto. Really, hope I'll never see him again.
May 4th being a very probable date of my death. Still haven't even begin to learn for my matura exams. Well, I tried. But me trying is me opening a book and deciding there's too many other things to do rather than that. I fail at life.
I fail at English, too. Forgive me, will ya?
Pip-pip.