Okay, here’s the thing. If you don’t watch “House” you are missing out on The Awesomeness.
I myself came to the show late. I started watching last fall and was like “WHOA It’s like a party in my brain! What have I been missing!” HW and I have been trying to catch up on the episodes we’ve missed, and as a result I feel like the hole in my soul that has been there ever since well FOREVER really is starting to fill up.
Yes, Charles did fill a hole in my soul, but that was A DIFFERENT HOLE. My soul is like swiss cheese, people; I need a little Charles, a little scotch, and a little Hugh Laurie and Jennifer Morrison.
Side note: the name Hugh is totally bad. When I say bad, I mean good. Like, bad-azz and shiz. Just throwing that out there.
The show has everything: supreme intellectual discussions of diseases and disorders; grizzled manly men (House, Foreman); emotionally-available prettyboys (Chase, Wilson); moderately psychotic hot chicks (Cuddy, Cameron); and the occasional exploding testicle.
What more could you possibly ask?
Okay, yes, perhaps some nudity, and maybe a little more of Doctor Cameron smoking a bunch of meth and getting it on with Doctor Chase, but even without that stuff the show is near perfection, even with the exploding testicle thing, which makes a brother queasy, fo’ reazy.
Next week: I expound in my usual ridiculous style on the topic of 24 and why Jack Bauer is going to give me a big hug. (He needs it.)
Oh, I made a wiki, do with it what you will.
Hey, buddy, I need a hug and I wasn’t tourtured in a chinese prison, rescued to be sacrified to Islamic militants (that torture scene was INTENSE), forging alliances with terrorists, and shooting best friends in the neck. Oh, and I’ve never cried in the middle of public against a tree and watched a suitcase nake go off.
Quin-tuply-riffic!