Here's to Finding what we Want

So... In my time away I have been cooking up ways to give my blog some steam... I have enlisted a group of writers... two visionary mothereffers whose cups collectively runneth over with thoughts about the world... so look forward to their contributions.

As a man with the last name House, there is a sort of narcissism about my daily viewership of the show House M.D. As I watch the show, I find myself thinking, "hey, I do that too," or, "I say stuff like that all the time," in the same manner that I catch myself looking at my parents and noticing how similar I am becoming to them as I get older. Sometimes I almost feel like there's some genetic connection between House, M.D. and I although he is, for one, a caucasian male with blond hair and green or blue eyes, and, to make matters even more ridiculous, really a dude named Hugh Laurie from frigging England... both issues limiting the likelihood of any material genetic connection almost completely. There is definitely a delusionary quality to my "connection" with House, M.D. I guess it's kind of asexually Freudian, in a way; I kind of just want to be like House, M.D. He's ridiculously witty, great at figuring things out, flawed, nearly fatally, but has put himself in a position in life where his work and personality have negating moral effects... as shitty a guy as he might be, as many awful and unethical things as he might say or do to people, he's still saving lives. I'm trying to find that kind of freedom in a profession... I want my life work to be something so great that it allows me to just be who the hell I am and do what the hell I want... Here's to finding what we want... (ellipsis