I’ve only recently discovered House. It’s one of those shows that I’m almost glad I missed during it’s early years. Now, I have a sh*tload of episodes to watch and I don’t have to wait a whole week in between doses. Let me start my review by saying this: No, I don’t wish Dr. House was my dad. (That honor remains with the T-800 and Sauron, Lord of Mordor.) I would be very pleased to have him as a crazy uncle, though. Sort of like Dexter Morgan from Showtime and that series of books. Continue reading