Only they're not, and I'm certainly not getting any credit or money or recognition for writing this blog. I could just as easily write "OMG SQUEE HODGINS IS SO CUTE!" for three pages, or not post altogether, and no one would care. But then, I would not have a fantastic archival of TV thoughts to flip through like a virtual book. I love reading and rereading my old notebook journals (the ones that actually talk about what's happening in my life, in great illustrative detail). Sadly, since my handwritten journaling effectively collapsed at the end of last spring after seven and a half straight years of writing (for no discernible reason, really), this is as close as I've got to daily writing practice and/or a record of my personal thoughts. Plus on the occasion that I do the slightly more analytical stuff, I like to pretend it is prepping me for when I have to take the required course for my major called "Writing Essays." I know it's not - don't bother pointing it out - but most of the time I live in fantasy. It's my method for trying not to feel guilty when I read about everybody else's struggles with school and classes and homework, things which I have postponed until September.
The point is, LJ is a shiny and insulated oasis from all that! Where I get to pretend I'm smart & important! On to the shows.
Dear House: Grey's Anatomy already showcased the child-who-doesn't-feel-pain. Both of you, incidentally, were eclipsed at least a year ago by a story on the local news, so this is all old hat to me.
I liked the patient this week, though. She looked a lot like Hayden Panettiere, and she made a delightful foil for House. Loved their biting back-and-forth about which was worse, zero pain or constant pain. Did not love the medical culprit of the week…an enormous tapeworm. EW. Anyway, the patient care almost seemed like a background thought tonight, with all the discussion of House’s fascination with a pain-free world, and of Valentine’s Day and relationships…
Continuing the discovery I made last week, I am getting kind of into House/Cuddy. House/Cameron is the juvenile ship, the bland and blasé one. House & Cuddy have spice and flair. I may even stop referring to her as a drag queen look-alike, because anyone who can wield authority over arrogant doctors makes me smile. It made me love Addison on Grey's Anatomy, so I guess it's working here on House. I still can’t fathom any way in which it would realistically happen, but still. And oh, Cuddy: you really shouldn’t ever sleep with a guy on the first date, unless you expect him to leave. (He wasn’t even attractive, so I don’t know why you cared.) I honestly have no words to express how much I loved the conversation with House on her doorstep, though. It was hilarious, and rather telling, but it’s hard to explain why. In lieu of that, let’s move on to the first scene with my favorite character, of which I feel like quoting a large section.
W (bursting into House’s office): I am so tired of this. Did you know that the new nurse from Cardiology is sleeping with that weird lawyer from the board?
H: The guy with 11 fingers?
W: …he has 11 fingers?
H: How do you not notice that?
W: The nurse used to be a man.
H: She’s not anymore.
W: But we can’t talk about that.
H: Thought we were.
W: We were supposed to talk about that. I came here to talk about that, but on the way up I ran into Cameron. You’ve got a CIPA patient.
H: Hmm…tranny nurse is more interesting.
W: Oh, it’s WAY more interesting. But instead, I’ve gotta be your damn conscience. I’m tired of being your conscience! I don’t enjoy being your conscience –
H: No one enjoys that.
W: You’re studying her.
H: She’s actually sick.
W: Which you found out after you took her up.
H: So I’m curious. Since I’m not a cat, that’s not dangerous.
W: I don’t think that metaphor was designed to actually warn cats.
Law & Order: SVU: UM. I want to write a really long and terrific post, but I am having trouble focusing. On the bright side, I have a feeling thatstunt_muppet will write a great review and probably say all the stuff I wanted to say anyway. I will probably come back to it later, but for the moment, since SVU is kind of in that B-range of my shows, I’d rather discuss Lost and Bones and
Lost: DESMOND STOP BEING DOOM-PREDICTING!
*panics and hugs Charlie* Git away from him, universe! You can't have him! He's
mine Claire's! Seriously, show? Since you have already (literally) shot my OTP, could you please not dangle my other two over the rocks at the same time? That’s the kind of thing that makes me walk away from you. You know what else makes me want to walk away? An episode that’s 90% flashback, especially of a non-Lostaway.
Flashbacks bore me at best, anger me at worst. I think they are the worst part of this show, and I know that you think the entire structure is built around that, but that’s not what I signed up for when I started watching this show. I came to watch plane crash survivors struggling to survive on a supposedly deserted island on which all kinds of freaky and inexplicable stuff keeps happening. I want to see them interact with each other in the here and now. For the most part, I don’t care about their pre-island lives, or what coincidental and quirky ways they crossed each others’ paths. It doesn’t strengthen the characters for me, and anything I need to know is the kind of thing I’d rather read in a nutshell biography on a website somewhere. I find flashbacks to be a huge waste of time, and if I’m not watching live I usually fast forward straight through them. In fact, I’m pretty sure their only redeeming quality is showing what the characters look like when not wearing sweat-stained clothing and caked with layers of grime. Which is admittedly more pleasant to look at. But not necessary.
That being said, the one really cool part of this episode was Fionnula Flanagan, also known as the major reason The Others was so spooky. Wrote my second film studies paper on that movie; it’s a great piece of work. Um, anyway. Love, love, love that actress and it was great to see her again. However, as far as the whole concept of free will vs. predestination goes, discussion of it makes my head hurt. I hate philosophy. I hate with a fiery burning passion. If I were in Desmond’s shoes, I would have said “screw it” and asked Penny to marry me. Of course, I’m also the person who would have stopped pushing the button in the hatch on the first day. I go back and forth on the idea of Fate, but right now I don’t like it because it brings to mind the endless blog posts people at my (Catholic) school write about how they’re all stressed and stuff but they’ll be okay because “God Has A Plan Worked Out For Me.” (paraphrased) Such blind optimism makes me twitchy. Voice thinks it’s because I’m jealous of the serenity they get out of prayer. I’m going to go knock her unconscious.
So to recap – NO KILLING CHARLIE! He’s still one of my top…well, seven characters counting Vincent the Dog, which doesn’t sound that great but when you stop to consider how many people are on this show, between the Lostaways and the New Lostaways and the Others, it’s a long list. My daydreams are off to explore the possibility of him drowning trying to rescue Claire, though. So long as it’s only a temporary scenario, I wouldn’t mind feeling a tug on the heartstrings like that.
Okay, my post is now very long, and if I add any more the editing box will start to become jerky and unresponsive, which causes me distress when trying to make minor edits later, as I always do, often multiple times over. Be back with my crime show post in a flash.