Actually Andi (Windsparrow) is the one who suggested it. I believe she feels that (a now older and more mature) Dawn would be a good match as an intern or a young doc that wouldn't take crap from House.
She would find his attempts at being scary amusing, given that 1. his snark is worse than his bite, and 2. she's probably a more accomplished single-stick fighter than he is, and therefore need not worry about anything he would do with the cane. She's smart enough that she'd hold her own in the team, as well as snark right back at House occasionally (and imagine the snark-fest when Giles drops in for a visit). I doubt breaking and entering in a good cause would make her so much as blink. Oh, yes, Dr. Summers belongs on House.
tacklehugs billytea
t goes down, flailing
Hi there, Goody Trudy. 'Sup?
Suddenly, oh how I would love to see River get caught in some time-warp wormhole, and confront House. She'd have him in knots.
Nothin. How are you?
I am a legend on legs, is how I am. I'm working on a spreadsheet I've saved to the network with the title "No beer and no TV makes William go something something.xls", I have a date this Saturday at the Zoo, I just had my performance review and the visit to America is a go, and Bec sent me colourful turtles to strew about my computer.
Next week I'll be having a discussion about what I need to become a senior consultant. I'm thinking a work ethic might be on the list. Oh, and the guy on the Assumptions team that I get to order around told me today that I'm a sick man. Result!
I'm chatting on the phone and on the computer with Dh - it is very silly
All that and a Zoo Date too. Duuuuude.
All that and a Zoo Date too. Duuuuude.
I'm sayin'! And I seem to have cemented my reputation at work as an eccentric, so now I can do whatever the hell I want and no one says boo! Did you know tomorrow is bathrobe day? I'm betting they don't either!
I love how all the Buffistas are trying to enable me in my camel-getting
smacks forehead
Crap, love. We actually
have
a camel market here, and I can't believe I've not bought you a camel yet! Mea culpa. I'll rectify that sharpish, and DHL it over to you.
"She smokes. And she wonders why she doesn't have a job or a man."
...So the post-coital cigarette is a figment of my imagination? (Which, granted, is but a small fragment of the boggling.)
Valentine's day I scored a rose, a handful of fantastically bright (and wilty) blossoms from a geranium (I tucked one behind my ear for the day), a spectacularly awful plastic rose in which the 'blossom' is a perfume bottle shaped like a rose and full of scent, which lights up and plays music at the push of a button, a photo/note-holder thingy and a lovely pair of Egyptian cotton cosie slippers with hearts on them. Three cheers for teaching Grade 1. (Granted hot shaggage with a ravishing lovely or two would have been even better, but c'est la vie.)
I keep on forgetting to mention this to you guys, but there's a bloke who's been coming to karaoke for the past two weeks who is
the spitting image
of ASH. Aged 23 or so. And he sings. Very well. And plays the guitar. I understand he works for a British company of some sort, and I think he's actually got a wee band of his own, or something.
It is UNCANNY how much he looks like ASH. I keep expecting to see him making out with a wee EthanALike... instead of which he was all over some hot blonde last time we were there. But he got talking to my mates, as it happened...I just sat there and tried really hard not to take sneaky photographs and post them online, because I do know that that would be a creepy stalkerish intrusive thing to do.
But.
Baby!Giles, damn it! With the hotness! And the singing! And the hotnesss! In Cairo! It's like stepping into a fanfic where he's young and American and on some TE Lawrence kick, and, and, and...
head explodes
Did you know tomorrow is bathrobe day? I'm betting they don't either!
Man, I heart billytea.
