I have mentioned before that I am a tiny bit obsessive. My interest, usually a lazy thing, will gently accumulate until it reaches critical mass and then roll on at breakneck speeds until it wears itself out, or until the object of the obsession runs out (alas Snapecast!). So when I realized that I was contemplating watching House online to soothe my new craving, I knew that after a period of relative quiet, we were here again. Frankly, it is not a big jump from cranky smartass Snape to cranky smartass House, bereft, I hope, of the final sentimentality that so fatally affected the late Snape. And for my Spouse, who so vehemently objects to Gregory House, let me state – love, they have full episodes on Hulu. I will watch them while you play Final Fantasy. It’s a win-win.
For the record, no, Hugh Laurie is still not sexy. I don’t care about him beating George Clooney. I don’t fancy George Clooney either. Now, Jesse Spencer and Robert Sean Leonard, well, I have a place in my heart for them since olden times, when RSL was in Dead Poets Society and Spencer in, yes, Neighbours. Because we all have to be fifteen sometime.