He said he could maybe try to get the data onto one of his spare drives, but he has to look up how to do that. NOT FILLING ME WITH CONFIDENCE. Augh, why, why now! Especially when my newly shared computer time has to be devoted to work first and fun second. I do not know how I shall get my hands on all the TV I need. But for now, let's have fun with what little I can handle live.
House, 7x01, "Now What?"
Wow. So, Huddy. That's a thing I am suddenly way more willing to ship than ever before.
My favorite episodes are always the ones without a stereotypical patient of the week. That's what I loved about the last premiere and it's what I love about this one. Mainly I never want to leave this magical, comfortable nest where House is warm and soft and even his voice has lost its edge, where he has emotions and says "I love you" with sincerity.
This isn't going to work that way forever, no, or even past one episode, but oh! This fantasyland is even better than the hallucinatory one. They even had a couple of the first watchable kisses in House/Cuddy history. And, sure, my head went increasingly to the left during a couple of those endless naked scenes as they got harder and harder to watch, until finally I was just staring at the wall going LA LA LA oh thank God, I heard the music stop, can I look yet?, but...I support in theory?
I also made the foolish mistake of forgetting all the promos and settling in to watch this with my parents for the first time in a year, so that was awkward. Still, I wish I'd watched HIMYM live so that I could have savored and rewound, like, 27 separate parts that I am already forgetting, but left in their wake is this soothing, blissful anesthetic of happy memories (for example, the bath. Ignoring any dialogue and/or lady-part burning, baths are exempt from my anti-naked time rule; I don't know why, they just are; I don't mind those).
He brings breakfast. He plays SCRABBLE (dear men of the world, you only need to pass like three tests for my approval: have nice hair, appreciate animals, and indulge in board gaming). He laughs, not maliciously, but at himself over general inability to use a sword to open a champagne bottle without shattering it. There is something like spooning. I barely recognize him, and I love it. I think I could have even gotten over the initially appalling thigh kiss ("WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, EW") if I'd had a second chance to refocus my priorities, what with the scarring and all that I generally take for granted. Between that and the general superficial injuries of the moment, there was rather a lot tailor-made for me in the hurt/comfort zone here.
The bottom line is, I can't believe they not only picked up the exact second they left off, but that they handled this introduction so much better than I ever dared to hope was possible. Daydream playground is giddy and overflowing with base material, even if that's the best I ever get. Which it probably will be; I'm going ahead full-steam pessimism here to protect myself.
Also, Wilson getting stuck halfway through a window and being greeted by a sword: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I still don't know why House has a sword, but it's providing me with endless amusement. Plus, after forcing me to endure some super-awkard sex flirting from Chase that I deeply fear might, at some point, go somewhere...Thirteen fell into a black hole for the foreseeable future! HUZZAH. The miracles in this episode are complete.
NCIS, 8x01, "Spider and the Fly"
Kept me on the edge the whole time, and even though I never really feared for Papa Gibbs' life, that didn't make the whole saga any less entertaining than the first 3 parts. I particularly like that they waited until the very last minute and then threw in a sharp right hook of a conclusion that, for all its abruptness, was no less satisfying. I can totally get behind Smarmy Brother accidentally machine-gunning his sister to death (interesting quasi-David sibling parallels there, if you squint). Tsk tsk. Temper, temper! This is why they teach you to solve your problems with words.
Meanwhile, after 20 minutes and just when I was starting to experience significant Abby-missing pangs, up she popped (was that the first time she's ever worn earrings? It seemed different, but very pretty), and TPTB saw fit to fulfill my complete checklist of Gibbs/Abby orders:
-1 cheek kiss
-1 defensive-on-Abby's-behalf gesture (that was like the world's best guard dog, darting between them at the slightest implication of a threat with one of his own)
-1 hands-on protection detail (walking arm-in-arm to her car, aww)
In other news, the Day of the Dead dolls made for some very neat props, and balmy!Ziva is my new favorite version. It's even more fun than watching McTimothy get head-butted by a horse. Though I am still not clear why he couldn't, er, move either himself or the horse out of head-butting range.
P.S. I didn't even need ten full minutes of Raising Hope to burst into explosive feelings of My-Name-Is-Earl-type love. Cloris Leachman seems even more unnecessary than the rest of the family members (though I like the parents in flashbacks), but MY STARS, I could watch a billion episodes of ridiculously adorable, endearingly sweet, sad-eyed Jimmy toting around a super cute baby. Especially with Sabrina, Cashier of Snark and Awesome, hanging around the fringe. Seriously, this may be the most precious new-dad story I have ever seen, and you know how I am about those in general.
(edit: oh my, is the internet agreeing with me? What? That can't possibly be right)