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*eyes skip-60 with fearz*

What, does everyone just wait until five pm central and then go "Well, Sam's at work, BETTER POST SOMETHING IN THE OLD ELLJAY"? Jesus, even Dooce updated, and I know for a fact that she's not even aware of my insignificant blogsistence.

Blogsistance IS SO a word. I post, therefore I am.

Can you tell I'm tired? It's fucking Tuesday and I'm tired.

Seriously, I can't wait until this job is over. On Thursday night I was reading too many papers, right, despite still being five percent above average, so they told me to slow down to half of what I read on Thursday, so I did for two days, and then they got all annoyed because my stats dropped sharply. HAY GUESS WHAT GUYZ if you let someone who has properly internalised the standards go at their own pace, they intuitively do a better job.

There was a total bright spot to the evening, however, when I had not only my supervisor but The Manager and two other supervisors leaning over my shoulder as they all tried to properly guess what grade to give this fucking genius who wrote a brilliant satire of the essay prompt that made me crack up laughing. I mean, I didn't know how to score it, so I called Longhorn over, and he bless his heart didn't know how to score it, so he called The Manager and a bunch of other people over, and The Manager was highly offended by the paper because she's a moron, but we all agreed that it deserved a passing-with-excellence grade. This kid even cracked on chemotherapy, which wouldn't be funny unless you'd read 2500 papers and every other paper was about how brave some random person was for having chemo. Yeah, chemo is hard! Now STFU about it and go take them a fucking fruit basket or something, they need your emo tears more than I do.

And now that I'm in a thoroughly House headspace, I'm going to go finish that House fic.

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Also, and I should have said this earlier, thank you very much to whoever bought me a virtual LJ Coke. It was very tasty!

It's nice to hear so many people saying "Yes, go to Boston" and nobody saying "YOU FOOL!" :D

If anyone wishes to register such sentiments, now would be the time. But I warn you, I have a virtual Coke. I am unstoppable.

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The torrent went up fast this week, wow.

Which means it's time for Sam's Three Things About House MD!

1. I liked the time-constrained, poker-game, dress-suit conceit of this episode, and also that the writers love this show so much they're basically fanficcing themselves. A lot of people will tell you that "canon reads/looks like fanfic" is an insult, but if it's done right -- with depth and layered meaning and most importantly good characterisation -- you're really just giving the fans a quality product that is also something they want to see, ie beautiful people in pretty clothing. In short, it's awesome. Especially the fact that House is sekritly vain and has a dress cane.

2. Esther Doyle. AHAHAHAH. And here I was expecting her last name to be Adler.

3. The only issue I had with this episode was the very end scene. Yeah, I know, WTF Sam, but. I'm remembering a show called Bordertown, possibly because we just bought a DVD of it. Bordertown was put on by the Family Channel back before Family Channel sucked, and it had the usual prologue and four acts, but the difference was that it didn't end on the final note of the fourth act like many shows do. It made a very dramatic end on that final note, and then came back after commercial break with a three or four minute epilogue in which everything was neatly wrapped up and the characters ended by having a drink together and doing some congratulatory backslapping, meanwhile killing all dramatic tension in the show. Now, don't get me wrong. I really liked the scene, I loved the whole House-Wilson dynamic in this episode, especially the fact that Wilson couldn't shut up about winning and House didn't shut him up. But the ending still felt like a Bordertown Epilogue.

3a. You know when he turned around and went "Guuuuuh", that was for all three of them, right? His ducklings are so pretty.