I just about died when I saw this.

This is the cold open from the 2006 Prime-Time Emmy Awards. Conan O'Brien hosted.

Ack, this video is… uh… well, it's only marginally less… disturbing than that one where he was getting a massage naked…

I was laughing so helplessly…

A true, international golden god. Hey, I feel like some watermelon.

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!

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—!