Having skimmed my flist this morning, it would appear as though there are some mixed reactions regarding last night's House. I find that odd, as last night's episode became an instant favourite of mine. In fact, there was nothing I didn't love about it.

( House )

In other news, it would appear as though winter has finally arrived. If I'm really lucky, we may even get enough to make dog sledding possible. I would have been very depressed if I'd missed out on my annual trip.

I shall be back later with more Decoding the Subtext sometime this afternoon, but aside from that I anticipate being rather recluse for the remainder of the week. I caved to my xmas impulse to re-read LOTR, and so that, on top of researching and writing my remaining decodings has left me quite busy.

( actually, speaking of LOTR )

Warning: This includes speculation for upcoming episodes, so if you're spoiler-free, you may want to avoid this one.

( Whac-a-Mole )

I'm still not quite capable of forming coherent thoughts, but that's not going to stop me from forming incoherent ones.

( Heroes )

And see, Heroes is so fantastic that I don't even want to talk about it.

House, on the other hand...

( holy fucking squee, batman! )

And now for a meme. I got tagged for this twice, and I think that means you're no longer allowed to ignore the tagging.

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

( is there anything about me you don't know? )

On that note, I should possibly see about getting some work done.

PS: I need more Wilson icons. Presents and recommendations are appreciated. *g*

ETA: Also, how brilliant is it that Wilson drives a Volvo.

Before we get started, I'm going to ask for an apology. I think House just broke my brain.

( House )

PS: I think I need a: "I can't decide on Cameron... oh shit, I am Cameron" icon.

Today I want to talk about fandom, or, more specifically, fanish interpretation of fandom with respect to source material. Confused? Don't worry, it'll all make sense.

My own fanish experience is fairly vast, and yet, I'm going to limit my thoughts to the three fandoms I currently follow (and note that follow does not necessarily imply participation). I'm going to examine each in turn, not in terms of the source material itself (although spoilers may be presented) but rather, in terms of fanish interpretation of said source material.

This entire entry is a generalization, based entirely upon my own observations. As such, most of my analysis will come across as irrelevant to individual fans, as each individual's experience will be different and result in differing points of view.

Long story short, this is me rambling, with no real purpose. I am looking at this from an entirely academic view point, so no 'wank' is intended. In fact, to drive this point home, the entirety of my analysis is later expressed in a mathematical formula.

( House, WaT, and SH: a fan's perspective )

Torrents + High Speed Internet = OTP!

So, yes, I woke up early this morning solely to watch House before I came into work. I'm glad I did, because eeeeeeeeeee! omg! ::flail::

( 3.01: Meaning )

Under usual circumstances, this space would contain a small variety of wishes. However, since I'm fairly certain you (at this moment) have everything you could ever hope for (not to mention that you're likely too busy (wink) to bother reading lj right now), I will simply say:

Happy birthday, coldbeer. Have an utterly splendid day.

~

I also wanted to thank everyone for their emails. I will get back to you, of course, when I have a free moment. I'm much clearer today, and not nearly as shell-shocked, so I suppose that's a good thing.

( and now I'm going to talk about House, and fandom, and SH, of course )

I said I wanted to talk about House some more after I'd seen the episode a second time. Well, I've done that now, but before I ramble on about House, I need to ramble on about SH.

( spoilers for both SH canon and the finale of House )

I think my brain might be broken, so you will forgive any incoherency found within.

( House finale )

I am curious. For those of you who have been in the House fandom longer than I have, and for those of you who read House/Wilson, is Wilson always made to be the bottom?

Oh, don't get me wrong, I've found several fics where this isn't the case (in fact, if I've friended you in recent months, it's because your fic makes me happy --and one of these days I'll get better at leaving feedback). But there seems to be a fandom wide assumption/rule/notion that, in the majority of cases, it is House who fucks Wilson, and not vis-versa.

Perhaps I am simply reading the wrong fic (in which case, please point me to the good stuff), but for every ten stories I read, inevitably seven of them feature top!House and bottom!Wilson.

I do not like this.

And, okay, as a rule I don't like pairings where one character is strictly a top and the other strictly a bottom (hence why I could never get into SG1 slash), but this goes beyond that. Because, when I picture the two of them in my head, it is Wilson who ends up fucking House.

In fact, I can see it starting with an argument. I can see Wilson frustrated, House pushing all the right buttons (because he lives for that) and House keeps pushing and Wilson just gets angrier and angrier, and more sullen until, eventually, Wilson snaps. And I can see him just taking. Not even asking. I'm talking about bordering on non con taking. And hurting. Because I don't think, in that moment, that Wilson would necessarily care about House's leg. In fact, I'm fairly certain it wouldn't register until after the fact, and then there wouldn't be tenderness. No, just guilt and self loathing that Wilson would hide behind a wall of silence and avoidance. But he would take. In that moment, he would press House up against a wall, or throw him down onto a couch, or pin him against a counter and *take*. Hell, he probably wouldn't even take his tie off. Or his pants. Or his shirt. He'd just pull himself out and take because it's pretty much the only thing that's ever going to shut House up.

And House would probably love it, even though he'd be shocked into silence (because this is Wilson and how long has he been pushing, hoping for this reaction?) and have to take a few Vicodin after the fact. I guess the point is that I don't see their first time being sweet and tender. Oh, I have no doubt they are capable of it (down the road, of course), but the first time? The first time is going to be a war, like their conversations, except here they are sparing with their bodies rather than their words and... why can't I find this?

I'm totally alone in this, aren't I?

( which brings us to tonight's House )

I suspect I'm going to be rather spammy today. Feel free to defriend at will.

So I made reservations for the Wednesday night, and thanks to my flist I now know how to get from point A to point B to point C. So, I am no longer freaking out. Instead, I am squeeing.

See, the hotel I booked for Wednesday (I arrive a full day before everyone else, so...) is near Baker Street. I'm sure the House fans on my flist understand where I'm taking this.

Oh, yes. I have grand plans of checking out the Sherlock Holmes museum, and Baker Street in general, and possibly eating in the Sherlock Holmes pub (I was going to stay in the SH Hotel, but it's like $400 CAD a night and that's a little out of my price range). Still, the place I'm staying is a block away, and from the reviews I've read it's small, quaint and clean. Not exactly top of the line, but nice enough to suit my needs.

( speaking of Sherlock Holmes/House )

( House: Euphoria, part 2 )

PS: I want/need a House/Wilson icon that says Epic. Anyone?

And now, I'm going to be late for belly dance. Shit.

It's eight-thirty in the morning (nine thirty now, but writing this took some time --stupid people wanting things from me) and already I'm having a lovely day. I got up this morning, intent on riding into work, but when I went to leave I noticed that my front tire was flat. Upon closer inspection, I discovered a nail. No idea where it came from, although logic would dictate that I picked it up on the ride home last night.

Which means I ended up driving into work today, and will need to spend my lunch hour running over to Canadian Tire in order to pick up a patch kit.

Day = 1, Neko = 0

It's not all bad, though, because I did finally finish the second season of House last night. Well, what's aired anyway (including last night's episode and just so I'm clear, the continuation is on tonight, not next week, right?)

This has, of course, caused me to reevaluate my opinion on characters.

( which I will cut, of course --contains spoilers for last night's episode )

Speaking of fandom collisions, I was reading an article someone linked on the H/W comm (and might I just say; thank god H/W doesn't have a pet name) with Robert Sean Leonard (Wilson) and he mentioned being friends with Skipp Sudduth. Skipp Sudduth! Sully! How fucking cool is that?

I should probably go back to work now, seeing as I'm running late for a meeting. Fandom first; that's my theory.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

You should now be wondering why I might begin an entry by quoting a dead French playwright. Actually, I don't really have an answer for that, except that the theme seemed fitting given my current distraction.

I am woefully behind on comments and my flist and my email and site updates and the fic I wanted to write. Woefully behind and yet unconcerned, because I can't seem to focus on any of it long enough to care. This? Is obsession.

It's something I'm intimately familiar with, but unfortunately, for many of you, this is the first time you've had to deal with me crossing over into a new fandom. Perhaps now would be a good time to warn you that this will only get worse.

Speaking of fandoms...

I've been lurking in the House fandom for a few days now. In doing so, I have discovered two things.

1) The House fandom is large. Well, larger than most of my other fandoms, which is understandable, I suppose, given my preference for rare pairings. This creates two problems. The first being that I can't really identify any kind of structure. The second being that there is a correlation between the number of fans in a fandom and the number of cliques. I am not used to this.

I am used to small, intimate fandoms, where everyone knows everyone else and conflict is kept to a minimum. Naturally, then, I am apprehensive, which suggests that, should I allow myself to become fanish about this show, I would be better off staying on the fringes of this fandom. This, of course, leads me to my second discovery.

2) The House fandom is... well, for lack of a better word, wanky.

There are ship wars. And character hate. And ship interpretation wars. And character interpretation wars.

The first two I can handle. The first two I've experienced. Caused, in fact. But the second two... can you imagine? Danny and Martin shippers warring with Danny and Martin shippers? It... boggles.

( there seems to be two camps, from what I can see )

First off, though, happiest of birthdays to aprilmay430.  May your day be utterly fabulous, just like you.

Okay, then.

I have now seen the first season of House in its entirety (as well as the first two episodes of season two).  This seems like a good time to ramble some more.  My apologies in advance for any random typos.  The right side of my body isn't working to well.  There was an incident involving a unicycle.  And no, we really don't want to get into that.

Instead I'm going to talk about, oh yes, that's right, House.  I'm going to touch on relationships, because I don't think I've done that yet.

( so this is love: House/Wilson biased, of course )

ETA: They played Damien Rice's Delicate during a House/Wilson scene. Um... what... I... I take back my previous comments. This show doesn't suggest the gay, it wraps it up in rainbow coloured flags for the entire world to see.

I suppose I should start this with a PSA of sorts. If you're here because I've friended you and you find yourself wondering, who the fuck is this girl and what does she want?, hi, I'm Neko. Your House fic doesn't suck. I'm impressed. No need to reciprocate, I'm perfectly fine having a lopsided flist. *g*

Speaking of House... I stayed up entirely too late last night watching episodes. I think I made it through five. I actually considered calling in sick this morning to watch the rest, which is the first sign of a building addiction. I didn't, call in sick that is, but I think I've seen enough episodes now to ramble a little.

( on the show and characters and pairings, oh my )

You know, I could have sworn I posted an entry yesterday. Did I forget? Was that a dream? Did I delete the entry? Man, I really need to not take drowsy cold medication; it messes with my system.

This is a pointless entry, brought to you by the fact that, yes, Virginia, I'm at work. I didn't bike, but I'm out of bed, so I'm taking that as a victory. I do, however, want to talk about fanfiction.

First, I should probably apologize to my fellow WaT girls. I'm a little giddy about House right now and you're probably sick of me talking about it, but rest assured that Danny and Martin still own my heart. I'm just cheating on them, because I do that sometimes.

That being said, let's talk about House, shall we.

( or more specifically, random fic requests I have )

I also cheated and watched the first two episodes of season one.

( and discovered there are things about House I don't like )

PS: What happened to _mausi?