Randomness ahoy, American Idol talk to follow

While I'm waiting for my ATI card to finish recording House M.D. (LOVE!!) so I can watch tonight's recorded American Idol and make fantastically witty comments on it (ha), I thought I'd take a moment to focus on Doogie (Doogie!) and other random things.

I am so excited about the release of season 1 of Doogie Howser, M.D. on DVD that it's just preposterous. When that show was on (1989, I think) I had three things of note:

1.  Giant bangs
2.  An unfortunate habit of wearing two different-colored shoes on purpose
3.  A ridiculous crush on one Doogie Howser, M.D. Not Neil Patrick Harris, you understand - Doogie. I wanted to be Wanda. As you might have expected, things didn't work out for Doogie and me. I was underage, he didn't exist - it was doomed from the start. Oh well. I still love the show, though. I guess I've always had a thing for science guys. :-)

Which reminds me, Prudent Purl asked the following question, which I answered the other day:

Do you think the head Dr. on House, M.D. is hot? (I do)

*snip* Do you mean Dr. House or one of the other doctors? If it's Dr. House, then yes, yes I do, but I'm not sure why. I think it's the science brain + a sardonic sense of humor. But oh, the horror! I just discovered via IMDb that he was in SPICE WORLD. Aaaaack.

And then, she left me high and dry, not coming back to tell me which doctor she's talking about, and therefore, I don't know whether I'm the only person in the universe who is of the opinion about the title character of that show or not. And I think I might be. I haven't decided yet how I feel about that. Ask me later.

On Valentine's Day weekend, I went to see Scott and we watched Say Anything, which for some reason, I hadn't seen. Scott hadn't seen it either, but I am pretty sure I know the reason behind that. I decided that Ione Skye's character reminded me a lot of myself, except my dad doesn't steal from old people and I don't recall ever being called "gorgeous" or "beautiful" by someone not related to me. What a great movie, though. Why hasn't someone held a gigantic boom box over their head and played In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel for me? That is the most beautiful song ever, almost.

Because of my vertigo (which is getting better, by the way - I'm still counting non-sequentially in Spanish, but instead of going, "One, two, three, fourteen," I'm skipping less numbers. One, two, three, eight. That type of thing) I missed a weekend with Scott and our nerdy friends. I just didn't feel like being sociable. Boo, though. I don't get to see them that much, and I couldn't stop spinning long enough to spend time with them. Grrr.

Oh look, House is off, so I can watch American Idol now. Here's a lovely parting gift for Corrie, my favorite person from Holland. (Actually, maybe my 2nd favorite. The guy who invented the microscope was a Dutchlandian, and if it hadn't been for him, I may not have a job.) Anyway, some lime green for you, Corrie:

The end.