It's video time again.

For some reason, I found the below clip greatly amusing.

Delicious Snacks Distract Congressmen From Horrors Of War

This one's a favorite as well.

Ambassador Stages Coup At UN, Issues Long List of Non-Binding Resolutions

But in terms of ludicrous and disturbing content, this one takes the cake.

Should We Be Doing More To Reduce The Graphic Violence In Our Dreams?

The Onion News Network, ladies and gentlemen. Ahem.

Today's episode, while entertaining at the outset, became somewhat creepy after Amber kept referring to her and House using the authoritative "us" (as in, "I think he wants to hit us" or "We work better alone") — notwithstanding the fact that she is, in actuality, House himself. The only thing is, she manipulated House into (inadvertently) endangering the life of a fellow coworker, leading House to fear that he subconsciously wanted to kill him. There were a few racy scenes with strippers as well (I'll never understand bachelor parties), but the tone of the next episode looks a lot more serious, with insinuations that House is losing control of his mind and another nudge towards a possible Huddy (House and Cuddy) moment.

Once the official preview of "Under My Skin" surfaces on YouTube, I'll post it here. In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt from today's episode, "House Divided."

I really hate it how multiple-line post titles make my .post-date thing off-kilter.

Update: Finally got hold of the preview!

I still have no idea what to write for my short story assignment. It's due this Friday.

I'm screwed.

Yesterday, I wrote my English teacher a mildly amusing (but in hindsight pathetic) e-mail that began with "Sorry to bother you, but should I be at all worried that I still have absolutely no idea what to write for my short story assignment?" As expected, he responded along the lines of "I know you can do it, I have faith in you." Which was deliberately unhelpful, since I didn't explain that I'm incapable of creating anything these days, and that humans (and stories concerning them) no longer interest me, and that literature as a whole (aside from the masters, like Edgar Allan Poe) is replete with crap that either disgusts or alienates me, and that I can't understand romantic love (I laugh at those anguished morons), and that everything I read is devoted to the nature and experiences of mainstream society (that is, people in love with money, family, religion/fairy tales, stars, sex, and other people), and that my own ability sucks in that anything I put down sounds bogus and lame, and that the two characters haunting me are only phantoms, with nothing to motivate them, and that every female lead I invent somehow becomes lesbian, or at least bisexual — but you can probably see why I didn't tell him that, over a line of communication that could be monitored by other people.

A narrative about hamsters did occur to me, which at any rate is indicative of my desperation… but as I sat by myself in the library, once again, the storyline became tragic, the protagonist was alone and forgotten, and I nearly cried at the thought of the poor Señor, huddled in a corner of his cage, resigning his tiny, beating heart and closing his liquid eyes…

By the way, I have a nonrenewable House DVD that I borrowed from the library, and it's overdue, and I'm racking up $1 USD per day in fines, not including the $10 I already owe them, and it's pathetic.

In my conversations with various classmates regarding their college choices and ambitions, I've often heard repeated the phrases:

"My parents are forcing me to major in…"

"My parents want me to attend…"

"I applied to this school/major only because my parents…"

"My parents told me there'd be no money in that career… so they want me to major in…"

The frequency of this type of response (accompanied by a look of supreme glumness/disgruntlement) was astounding. In addition, I noted two things:

1. The people who responded this way were all (I suppose not surprisingly) ethnic Asians, and
2. Even though they were clearly displeased/unenthusiastic, they're actually following their parents' orders.

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So, at the end of today's episode ("Saviors"), the patient is saved, Cameron and Chase decide to get married, and scenes are flashed in a traditional montage of lovey-dovey bliss. The ending coda concludes with one of those trademark piano sequences of House, the brilliant diagnostician unwinding after a busy day, jauntily plinking out the strains of "Georgia on My Mind" in the warm, familiar confines of his apartment. He even picks up a harmonica and performs an impressive one-man duet. Then, in an uncharacteristic violation of House musical tradition, he looks up at the camera and freezes mid-smug smile. Holy shit! Amber is there, giving him one of those uncanny back-from-the-dead smirks! Then she leans down and whispers seductively in House's shocked ear: "You're definitely not losing it."

Hahahaha.

"House Divided" looks like a riot.

TWO WEEKS?!? TWO WEEKS UNTIL THE NEXT EPISODE?? GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!