I went down to the demonstration, to get my fair share of abuse

House is back. I'm happy the way I used to be in the X-Files days. Those were good times. Not life, my life back then mostly sucked. I have very clear memories where I was trying to drown out what was happening to me in reality by concentrating on what I was experiencing via the X-Files. But that was such an engrossing show. Even a bad week was better than a good week on a lesser program. Every Sunday I could turn off everything that made life so hard to deal with--give myself over to the story and just be entertained.
The Internet has done a lot to ruin that. Everything is picked to teeny tiny little shreds and a decent start becomes shit in the eyes of the message boards.
I'd like to give myself the joy of a pre-Internet television viewing experience.
You can't go home.
Or-you can always go home, you just can't stay.
Either way, the simplicity of television viewing has been destroyed by the ready availability of immediate discussion.

With that in mind I'm going to not say anything about the episode.

Tomorrow, after I watch it again and maybe I try to Detox from the commentary (I'll fail, I'm an addict) then I might say something.