House-musing.

I watched a fair bit of House this weekend. We went to the beach, Jenny invited Sonja, and as soon as Pex saw that I had brought S1 along, she was all, "ZOMG. Must. Watch. NOW." So they watched, like, the entire first disk. I'm not sure if Jenny actually liked it, or if she was just indulging Sonja. She did say that House himself was "pretty awesome". And she laughed at the funny bits. Hee. 

Ah, for season one. It's probably my favorite season. Before it went all Grey's on us (please note that I have never seen Grey's Anatomy, but since I am loyal to House, I feel it is my duty to make fun of it as much as possible) and had Cameron kissing House and Chase, Cameron sleeping with House, Wilson possibly sleeping with Cuddy, and House sleeping with Wilson (c'mon, you know they did it, if only for experimentation's sake). And before Tritter, and the whole, "He's on drugs! Noooo, he's clean! No wait, he's on drugs! Okay, he was on drugs, but now he's clean. Haha! Tricked you! He was on drugs the whole time, and you totally never saw this plotpoint coming from a mile away!" thing with House and his Vicodin. Season one. Where Chase hated fat people, Foreman hated homeless people, and Cameron loved everybody indiscriminantly. Those were the good old days...