Well, that has to set the record for the fastest drug detox program on record. Who knew that all you had to do was sit on the floor of the bathroom for 24 hours, suffer the dry heaves for a while and boom, just like that, a years-long Vicodin addict is in recovery. I’m talking, of course, about last night’s episode of House, where the illness of the week, as usual, was almost irrelevent to the storyline, tromped on by a hallucinating doctor and a resident who isn’t ready to give up her widow’s sperm. I thought it was a kick to have Amber hanging around as House’s id and/or ego, but these past couple of weeks’ developments haven’t been among the shows finest hours. The suicide was a powerful moment–since then it’s been iffy.
24, on the other hand, is solidly in Sharksville. I think it would be impossible to sit down and map out the plot of this season from the first hour to the present without stumbling over some enormous gaps in logic. What was Tony’s reason for bringing the conspiracy to Bill and Chloe if he was part of it? I can’t wrap my mind around it.
I received the editor’s report on the short story that I submitted over the weekend. She liked it a lot, especially the title, and had some very good suggestions. When you get too close to a story, you start to see things in your head that aren’t on the page. I had one scene that involved two alleys, across the street from each other, where people in one alley were spying on someone in the other. I could see it as clear as day, but I confused the hell out of the editor, so I had to rewrite that bit. Perceptive editors are treasures, I tell you. The story will appear in a Canadian anthology slated to launch at WHC 2010 in Brighton, England.
The Unit looks like it’s on a collision course with “let’s rip the unit apart” at the end of the season. Didn’t they just do that a while back? Like, last year?
