What a treat to read it once again! And, it got me thinking...
How about exploring the general theme with a post? Soooo *drumroll* here it is!
Please jump in with:
Any House-Wilson recs where either House or Wilson are homeless.
New drabbles, one sentence, or six word stories..
Longer stories. They're guaranteed to be greeted like a prodigal son, but due to size, feel free to link to your site or post as a separate entry.
Wilson: You reading your patient's blog?
Wilson: [sitting] You should. Could be some clues.
House: Too many. Be like doing a whole body scan. Send us up eight blind alleys. That's why Chase is doing it.
Wilson: She mentions you.
House: She's never met me.
Wilson: You're an unseen presence, like the Wizard of Oz.
House: He was a fraud. She couldn't have gone with Keyser Soze? Speaking of movies that don't make any sense, I stopped at the rental store to get those pornos back. I told the guy at the counter I was so grateful that you'd returned them, but I wanted them. Guess what. You only returned two. You lost the third. It's decent of you to pay for it, not let them put it on my bill.
Wilson: You know... I can explain what happened.
House: I'm sure you could. But rather than listen to your lies, I thought it'd be more fun to drive all over town and get another copy. [smiles smugly]
Wilson: You have – you have it here?
[House makes a big show of hitting a button on his keyboard. Suggestive music starts playing. House’s shoulders start moving with the music. Wilson springs from his chair and goes behind the desk to look. House looks at Wilson while Wilson looks at a scene of people, wearing animal skins and antlers, dancing around a fire.]
Wilson: Oh, God. [The person nearest the camera turns. It’s a very young Wilson.] Oh, God! Okay, first, that's not me. It's not – mostly not – [He starts again.] I was – I was in college. [Young Wilson moves toward and then past the camera, smiling.] I don't – my roommate was minoring in film.
House: Are you hyperventilating? Remember that covering your mouth and one nostril can help.
Wilson; [pointing at the screen] He had to get this in for some grade, [on screen, the antlered Wilson peers out from behind a tree then heads for Moon Woman, who is lying on the ground] and he was desperate. And the only reason I did it was because no one would ever see it. Who knew he'd become an actual director?
House: He's not a director. He's an artist. The way he plays with light and darkness and… [Young Wilson puts his arm around the girl] boobs.
[On screen, Moon Woman is in Wilson’s arms. Only their torsos can be seen. As they turn away from the camera, Wilson has become another “actor” who barely looks like him.]
Wilson: That's not me.
Moon Woman: What are you? Where are you taking me?
Not-Wilson: Be not afraid. The forest nymphs have taught me how to please a woman.
Wilson: [desperate] That's not me. That's not – I mean, you can see it's not me. He added extra scenes so he could release it as a porno.
[Moon Woman is lying on the ground with her robe spread open. She wears a very modern bra. Not-Wilson leans over her, blocking the view.]
House: Be not afraid, Wilson. You took risks for your art.
Wilson: [sighing] Oh, boy. [He starts to leave. House continues watching the video, intently. At the door, Wilson turns back.]
Wilson: No one – Hey, look at me – No one can know about this.
House: From this moment on, my lips are sealed.
Private Lives, S6
We must have an opossum in residence close by -- Layla treed a youngster both last night and this morning in the backyard, scaring the bejeebers out of the little guy both times.
Currently reading Jay McInerney's The Good Life, sequel to Brightness Falls and the middle book in his "New York trilogy" (I've noticed some people calling it his "Yuppie trilogy," heh). It's a good read, but omg these characters do not talk like normal people talk. Before this I read Neil Gaiman's American Gods. I had read it once, years and years ago, but I heard Gaiman had restored something like 12K words to a new edition. It was interesting to see how the book did or did not follow the first season of the TV show, and how a few scenes had been transferred to TV virtually unchanged. I enjoyed it a lot -- two thumbs up, would recommend.
Off The Deep End, Part Two
Authors: cuddyclothes , flywoman , menolly_au , damigella_314, pgrabia , lurid lurker
Summary: When House rejects him, Wilson disappears. AU branching off from 7X23 "Moving On."
Genre: AU, angst, smut
Relationships: House/Wilson, House/OMC (past)
Word count: 9736
Characters: Greg House, James Wilson, Blythe House
In the first part, authors are menolly_au, pgrabia, flywoman, cellista_in_c, luridlurker, and damigella_314. I don't come in until Part Two.
Summary: When House is trapped in a hallucinatory island paradise, Wilson has to help bring him out of it.
Unwelcome revelations ensue. AU branching off from 7X23 "Moving On."
Genre: AU, angst
Word count: 9736
Characters: Greg House, James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy, OMCs
Off The Deep End, Part One
One of my students, at the end of class, told me she'd be back next week and that for her, that was saying a LOT, because she kept trying classes and not liking them and just not returning after the first session. O.o
You never know what you'll say that will tip the scales one way or another. I think it was the story I told about my first experiences in art class in college and how awful my first paintings were -- and they were. I said something about it all being learned skills, and if it weren't there'd be no such thing as art school. For me that's just how I talk about things; for her it seems to have been an affirmation that she didn't need some mystical ~talent in order to come and have fun with this stuff.
Here are some links I liked/found interesting recently ...
1) From the British Museum, an Anubis plushie. This just delights me. The Dread Lord of the Underworld and after-life, weigher of the scales, African golden wolf ... as a plushie. I think he's adorable. :D
2) We had one of these fluttering around our deck light last night. We get them occasionally at this time of year -- they are BIG, and they're very calm, so you can get close to them. This guy's body was about an inch and a half long, and they're really furry. I left it alone, and because it had landed on our shovel handle and wasn't moving, Layla ignored it.
3) Kate Millett has passed away. She was 83, and she was celebrating her birthday on an annual trip to Paris with her wife and longtime collaborator. Good for her.
4) Ta-Nehisi Coates has written a long piece in the Atlantic on Potatohead. Did I say it was long? It's long. And it's very much worth reading.
5) This is a real case, reported in 1997 in the British Medical Journal. A woman had a brain tumor. And it talked to her. O_o
There. Five things make a post. Y/Y
So, once again, I’m tempted to write in another fandom. Over the years I’ve written fanfic for “Supernatural”, “House MD”, “Swiss Army Man” and on, a challenge, for “Dragnet”. It will take a long time to get the image of a naked Joe Friday out of my mind. Be careful of the writing challenges you accept.
Over the years, fanfic has proven the easiest thing to write. There are few expectations, no deadlines, no exposure to the wider world. The fandom applauds my stories and compliments my talent. It’s like giving candy to a baby. I’m a very good writer and I write easily in the voice of others. After all, I’ve been a playwright/monologuist for years.
I wrote my first Jeeves/Wooster fic, “Hard Boiled Eggs” and I’ve been on a reading binge for at least a week. A large part of the latter activity is that Mom's doing badly and I need to hide from that and from the state of the world in general. So I plunge into the world of fanfiction, Archive of Our Own, for hours on end.
But is all of my time to be taken up writing fanfic? I’m not young anymore. I should be turning my thoughts to a memoir, and essays. I have many ideas. I’ve written about mental illness. Right now I’m writing a piece about going insane. Going insane is definitely one of my strongest skill sets. I’m considering writing about handling a gun while I was in Memphis and how I really wanted to buy it. Even though I’m pro-gun control and a New Yorker to boot. I should finish a long piece I’ve been writing about my father’s death. Or the time a SWAT team showed up on my doorstep and took me to the psych ward. (Turns out it was a false alarm–someone called in to 911 deliberately. I never found out who it was.) I managed to write about being deported from England, in “A Basket Full of Cats”. Here
I should finish the enormous historical fantasy novel "The Princess and The Peeved" that I’ve worked on in spurts since 2009. I've finished reading Part 1 to my writing group. They shower me with applause and compliments. I should promote the anthology of my plays, “Cervix With A Smile”, that Exit Press published over a year ago. I should try to perform more than twice a year.
Part of me just wants to write about the unexpected consequences of when Bertie convinces Jeeves to be Fred Astaire to Bertie’s Ginger Rogers.
If I was younger I wouldn’t be quite so conflicted. Oh, wait, I’m always so conflicted.