just shoot me

this blog has been giving me a hard time. i can't count how many times i've edited the last entry for errors... in paragraph placement! i can't believe how that could happen.

the little planet that could

a semi-sweet and not too mushy love story, or a quirky comedy. hidden treasures in a sea of mediocrity.

for several weeks i have constantly and consistently fed my evil indulgent little heart of one of its greatest pleaures -- a weekly date with that small colored box. and the greatest attraction was a doctor. no, make that doctors. call me weird, but i'm so fascinated by the pill-popping, wisecracking diagnostician named house. odd name for someone whose bedside manner is blatantly absent.

i've always been drawn to tv shows that make me think; though not the discovery channel kind of thinking, more like murder she wrote. and a lot of weird puns sure brighten up my day. remember the early years of picket fences and ally mcbeal, when david e. kelley is the main story writer? that's the kind of plot development and dialogue i go for. and for now, house m.d. seems to give me that same buzz. axn is showing its first season, now on the 10th episode, and so far i think i haven't missed a single one since it started. it's mainly about dr. house, played by hugh laurie (who played stuart little's father... uhm, i wouldn't have pegged him to be the same guy). house is this really great doctor and his main specialty is finding out what's exactly wrong with the patient -- which, if you watch the show, doctors seemed to have a hard time doing. he has this team of assistants, a hospital dean he always gets into verbal tussles with, and this unlikely friendship with the oncology department head. so what's the catch? house is very sarcastic. he has this way of saying stuff that is not for the weak of heart. and that is the main source of humor. check this out:

i am a bored(?) certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious diseases and nephrology. i'm also the only doctor employed at this clinic who is here against his will... but not to worry, because for most of you this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of motrin. speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this. this is vicodin. it's mine. you can't have any. and no, i do not have a pain management problem, i have a pain problem. but who knows? maybe i'm wrong. maybe i'm too stoned to tell. (ep. 1.02 occam's razor)

oh, i forgot. he pops vicodin because of his leg. i'll leave you to find out what happened to it. but what you'll notice immediately is that he uses a cane. so is he an unbearable sob because of it? i don't think so. he's an unbearable sob in spite of it. this is a guy we love to hate, but we can't, kasi kawawa naman. how ironic!
i'll end this with more house-isms to keep you guys interested (i hope). i won't tell who's who, i'll leave that for next time. or maybe you'll want to find out on your own.

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but the philosopher jagger once said: "you can't always get what you want."

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wilson: that smugness of yours really is an attractive quality.
house: thank you. it was either that or get my hair highlighted. smugness is easier to maintain.

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sister eucharist: the sisters tend to interpret their diagnosis as divine intervention.
house: and you don't? then you're wearing an awfully funny hat.

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foreman: what's wrong with you?
house: everyone knows what's wrong with me. what's wrong with him is much more interesting.

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wilson: you know how some doctors have the messiah complex - they need to save the world? you've got the rubik's complex - you need to solve the puzzle.

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and my personal quote for the day:
normally i would put on a festive hat and celebrate the fact that the earth has circled the sun one more time, i really did not think it would make it this year. darn it, if it was not the little planet that could all over again.

(sources? look at my gutter... whatever house sites you see there. i'm too lazy to specify which ones right now.)