I dreamed about Dr. Gregory House the other night. That I was a new doctor to join his team, following Dr. Cameron around on my first case with the team. We were doing some research well into the night and I fell asleep on the couch in the office. House tapped me on the leg with his cane, and woke me up. He sat down in the chair next to me. Some sort of conversation went on which somehow I got up, leaned in, kissed him, then got up and walked away.
Yeah. I have a wee little bit of a crush on Hugh Laurie’s Gregory House. Hugh Laurie is just, well, dreamy. There I go again with the scruffy, funny, and brooding type. Sheesh. I caught myself swooning all over the place during last night’s episode. I can’t frelling believe this is the same guy that play Stuart Little’s dad! Jesus Joseph and Vishnu!
I may have mentioned before but I judge acting by the eyes. The eyes tell all. The madness of Hannibal Lector–notice he doesn’t blink as much and his eyes are blank. You can literally see the life leaves the body of Kevin Spacey’s Jack in LA Confidential. The twinkling mischief in Dr. House and the tenderness for his ex-girlfriend Stacey (Sela Ward).
Yes. A lot of swooning going on these past few days. All over the Brits, too. This trend is not going away! Holy hell, I may have just moved to the wrong country!