a rare television post
Apr. 26th, 2006 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanTuesday nights are turning into Destination TV for me -- the first time since Buffy was in her prime. First, with NCIS (so very much the silly pretty) and of course our beloved House.
I might survive without my food porn and homeowner smut (aka Food Network and BHG), but not CBS or Fox. And you have no idea how it pains me to say that.
Anyway. Last night's NCIS had a very nice twist to it -- the guy you thought was the bad guy wasn't... but was actually even worse in many ways than the bad guy. And the way they dealt with him, in that last scene, made me love Jethro even more. And the Jethro love is high, already, trust me. And Abby continues to rock my world. If I had a little sister, I'd want her to be Abby. Just so I could mock her with love. And I've already mentioned the Jethro-love, right?
(NCIS, for those not playing along at home, is CIS on a Navy base. Similar, only not. They are a lot more macho, for one thing. Even the guys. *grin* And Jethro, boss of the merry band, is Mark Harmon, who is one of those cute boys who grew up to be a sexy-but-not-pretty guy, which is a total weakness of mine, ayuh. And he's smart. Street, and otherwise. God, how I hate any-kind-of-dumb.)
And then there was House. How many ways can I love House? Not for the plot of itself (which was very good, especially in the relationship between the preacher-boy and his father) but for the way the plot, and the dialogue, is used to open up and showcase not just the main character, but all of them in turn. This is a television show as envisioned by a novelist, for readers, and it's probably no surprise to anyone who knows her that (IMGDO) the show's only gotten better since a certain Doris Egan joined the team. Also, some of the lines last night ("How come he gets a name?" "Seniority." and "if you talk to god, you're religious. If god talks to you, you're psychotic.") were simply, simply perfect, in placement, timing and inflection. Kudos to the entire team.
And there is much House-love, yes, although of a compeltely different sort than the Jethro-love. I want to beat House with his cane until he bleeds, then hang out with him. Jethro, I want to work for.
And, that out of my system, back to work...
In retrospect, it was probably a good thing he had decided to put off clipping his nails until another, even more boring evening. Otherwise, when the naked human female appeared in his living area, he might have lost a toe. And even for demon, toes were tough to regrow.
I might survive without my food porn and homeowner smut (aka Food Network and BHG), but not CBS or Fox. And you have no idea how it pains me to say that.
Anyway. Last night's NCIS had a very nice twist to it -- the guy you thought was the bad guy wasn't... but was actually even worse in many ways than the bad guy. And the way they dealt with him, in that last scene, made me love Jethro even more. And the Jethro love is high, already, trust me. And Abby continues to rock my world. If I had a little sister, I'd want her to be Abby. Just so I could mock her with love. And I've already mentioned the Jethro-love, right?
(NCIS, for those not playing along at home, is CIS on a Navy base. Similar, only not. They are a lot more macho, for one thing. Even the guys. *grin* And Jethro, boss of the merry band, is Mark Harmon, who is one of those cute boys who grew up to be a sexy-but-not-pretty guy, which is a total weakness of mine, ayuh. And he's smart. Street, and otherwise. God, how I hate any-kind-of-dumb.)
And then there was House. How many ways can I love House? Not for the plot of itself (which was very good, especially in the relationship between the preacher-boy and his father) but for the way the plot, and the dialogue, is used to open up and showcase not just the main character, but all of them in turn. This is a television show as envisioned by a novelist, for readers, and it's probably no surprise to anyone who knows her that (IMGDO) the show's only gotten better since a certain Doris Egan joined the team. Also, some of the lines last night ("How come he gets a name?" "Seniority." and "if you talk to god, you're religious. If god talks to you, you're psychotic.") were simply, simply perfect, in placement, timing and inflection. Kudos to the entire team.
And there is much House-love, yes, although of a compeltely different sort than the Jethro-love. I want to beat House with his cane until he bleeds, then hang out with him. Jethro, I want to work for.
And, that out of my system, back to work...
In retrospect, it was probably a good thing he had decided to put off clipping his nails until another, even more boring evening. Otherwise, when the naked human female appeared in his living area, he might have lost a toe. And even for demon, toes were tough to regrow.
