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The first step in healing is to acknowledge . . .
. . . that I am head over heels, irrevocably in love with one Dr. Gregory House and his main man, James Wilson.
There, I said it. So smart, so sexy, so snarky. The writing is so sharp, it leaves shards in my brain. (which is a good thing)
The fanfic is intimidating - makes me realize how small our SH community is when I see the amount of fic generated by House every week.
And it's good fic. Which I love - except for weeks I have to grade 125 in-class essays on David Mamet's Oleanna. All about education and tenure and language and power and I just hope the students got it.
So I am trying out my House drabble and a half here. He is hard to write. He is fun to write. I love him.
Really - it's reminding me of the time I stayed up and watched the TNT Starsky and Hutch marathon even though I had all the eps taped without commercials - couldn't pull myself away. It's like that.
There, I said it. So smart, so sexy, so snarky. The writing is so sharp, it leaves shards in my brain. (which is a good thing)
The fanfic is intimidating - makes me realize how small our SH community is when I see the amount of fic generated by House every week.
And it's good fic. Which I love - except for weeks I have to grade 125 in-class essays on David Mamet's Oleanna. All about education and tenure and language and power and I just hope the students got it.
So I am trying out my House drabble and a half here. He is hard to write. He is fun to write. I love him.
Really - it's reminding me of the time I stayed up and watched the TNT Starsky and Hutch marathon even though I had all the eps taped without commercials - couldn't pull myself away. It's like that.
Conversation Overheard in the Cuyler Wing of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital
by Kaye
Wilson stopped dead in the middle of the busy hallway. "Your tip wore out?"
"Can you keep your voice down - think of my reputation. . ."
"How does your tip wear out?"
"Again - volume control."
"Is it because of how you use it? On the wrong side?"
"Wrong side? Whose side are you on?"
"Seriously, man - this can't be good."
"Why are you more alarmed than me? It's not your tip."
"Aren't you the least bit concerned?"
"No - I just bought a new tip."
"Well, sure, but the ramifications of . . ."
"Should we duck into the men's room and discuss ramifications?"
"Cuddy's right. You are eight years old."
"Cuddy thinks I'm four - Stacy says I'm eight."
"Well, call me when you hit puberty - I've got work to do."
House waited until he was halfway down the hall. "Hey Wilson."
Wilson turned.
"I wasn't talking about my cane."
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"Call me when you hit puberty."
heee! Nicely done.
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I'm curious:
What is this House you speak of? Is it some new thing on that square box you people call television? I would like to learn more...
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this made me giggle ;)
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Man! I'm still laughing!
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Brilliant!
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