House breaks my heart - and not in the good way . . .

You know, I used to LOVE House. I mean in that fangirl, write big huge fics, watch an ep over and over and over LOVE. I've been holding out all this year, hoping it was just a fluke, just a flutter, just a little bump in the road. But I watched last week's ep last night (cuz that's how far I've slipped - don't even watch it on Mondays . . .) and it made me SAD. Seriously, how can writers and producers get it so WRONG??? Do they watch the show??? Where is the humanity?? Where is the snark?? Where is WILSON??
I mean, I am like the mother whose son got into Harvard, but instead decided to go work at Wal Mart (which is disturbing on MANY LEVELS - since WalMart is the DEVIL)

Wow, I am whining. But hell, leave my damn House alone, will ya???  And this part? This part really steams my beans: 

( Under a cut for Callisto and others who have been spared so far . . . )

 

In other news, my swimming pool has a sign on the door in french and then underneath the translation says: 

SWIMMING LESSONS WILL BE POST-BONED.

I think I'm in the wrong swimming class . . .

CrackFic: Dinner With Davey

Blame this on Sue - who suggested I get over my HouseFunk by writing older guys schmoop. Well, the guys kinda write themselves, ya know? And what with the sighting of them in a restaurant in Santa Monica, coupled with House and Co. filming just up the street on the beach . . . 

I think we all deserved the REST OF THE STORY (God Bless Paul Harvey). Respectfully transcripted from actual crack events.

It's RPS
It's Crack
It's DS/PMG with a little Laurie and Leonard for good measure.

It's always dedicated to LS, my crack partner in crime.  

( Dinner With Davey . . . )