How "House M.D" Failed!

            “Everything that comes up, must come down,” as Newton warned us, and the same is true in the world of entertainment. Hollywood has seen its fair share of failed shows and movies, but none ended quite the same way in value as the T.V. show, “House M.D.” The term “jumping the shark” fits this flop after one event pushed the show overboard. When a drug addicted and emotionally unstable Dr. House drove his car through his lover’s house, I just couldn’t stand to watch the show anymore. Dr. House went too far when he did that, and endangering Dr. Cuddy and her child was unacceptable.

            During the first few seasons of Fox’s show “House M.D,” it hit some of the top charts. The interesting drama of a handicapped doctor with attitude and witty sarcasm was one that had people captivated. Watching as his cases unfolded, how his treatment and diagnosis were sometimes unorthodox, keep many entertained.  I was one of many viewers who could not wait until the new show aired, until it hit a rock.

            It is hard to watch a good show struggle and fall, but that’s exactly what happened to this show. When House insanely drove his car through that house, it was the final straw for me for he just would not accept anything good that came his way. Despite his cold demeanor, happiness kept creeping into his life, and time after time he did something to mess it all up. A person cannot go on living forever in melancholy and solitude. I got so tired and frustrated watching House throw away all hopes of happiness, that I just couldn’t take it anymore. After the episode with the car, I stopped watching the show, for I was so annoyed that House refused to let anything that brought his joy into his life.

Crazy and Determined House preparing to drive into Cuddy's living room

A Picture Fit for Caesar

          The picture I took that I could relate to Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare, was one of a crown. In Antony’s funeral speech for the Caesar he talks about how he “thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.” Basically what that means is three times Caesar was offered to become the king of Rome, and three times he refused the title. It was one of Antony’s arguments he used to contradict Brutus’ saying of Caesar being “too ambitious.” When I saw the crown, it made me thing about how Caesar had refused the crown, and Antony’s moving funeral speech.

Violence leads to more Violence

  Link to article = http://www.cnn.com/2012/01/11/world/meast/syria-inside-protests/index.html?hpt=wo_mid        

        In “A rare glimpse inside pro- and anti-government protests in Syria,” from Nic Robertson, gives an inside perspective of the people of Syria who are either fighting for control or freedom. It seems a great chasm has been made in Syria where you are either for the protection of the government, or against it. The people of Syria protest in the streets for freedom, or for their president, Bashar al-Assad, to stay in office. Citizens of Syria are even afraid of what can happen to them when they are around town doing their daily business. A few anonymous brave people have spoken up, and the words of native of Syria are, "I'm afraid when I'm talking to you right now. Why? Because I'm going to lift this scarf and go into my home, and I'm not 100% sure that I'm going to be safe.” It’s hard to imagine that the place you call home is dangerous. Everyone has a different view and story to tell, but when a crowd turns to violence, it’s hard to stop the fighting. 

          As soon as an angry crowd becomes a violent mob, its momentum builds until it’s beyond control. A few violent outbreaks have already happened in Syria, and there’s no telling where it can lead. A country divided is on an unsteady scale, and eventually it will tip towards one direction. The fate of Syria is uncertain, but with some damage already done, there’s a promise of more to come. When put under stress or pressure, many will react with rage and brute force, and there is no exception in Syria. When a situation becomes extremely heated, foul play is very often the direct result, and when started, it cannot be contained.

Fable

            In my fable, I am satirizing graffiti. There really is no point to it, and it degrades buildings and walls everywhere. In my opinion, it shouldn’t be tolerated and is a terrible way to treat someone’s community.

            Tommy Tomato snaked his way along the wall, spray paint canister in hand, under the dark cover of night. His destination was in sight, only a few painstaking feet ahead of him. Tommy Tomato now had to gather his courage, before making the mad dash to the other side of the kitchen. The protection of night and the refuge of shadows couldn’t extend across the wide open patch of tile. Holding his breath, and gripping his spray paint, he sprinted across the floor all the while praying the sentry’s keen eyes wouldn’t spot him. Before he knew it, Tommy almost collided with the wall of the other side, and was surrounded once more by the welcome shadows. Tommy leaned against the wall for support as he attempted to catch his breath. Wiping his brow, he secretly smiled to himself. Once more he outsmarted the guards. Once more he thwarted the system. And now, once more he will break the rules.

            Tommy raised his can to the wall and released the red paint inside. He guided the spray paint canister to transfer the picture in his head onto the wall, for all to see. His simple and meaningless thought will forever be plastered to the wall.

            Finished, Tommy set his can down and stepped back to examine his work, when the faint sounds of someone muttering bitterly reached Tommy’s ears. Fluffy was back sooner from his patrol sooner than Tommy had anticipated! Any second now, Fluffy will round the corner and catch Tommy red headed. Concealing his head with his head, Tommy retreated as fast as he possibly could back to the safety of the shadows.

             “What in the name of…” Fluffy stopped mid stride just as he turned the corner. He had seen the newly branded wall, and was wildly whirling his head around to see if the culprit was in sight.

            Tommy silently watched the scene from behind a cupboard. His heart was pounding, and his breathing was rugged gasps. Gulping air, he watched as Fluffy bent down to examine something. Curious, Tommy timidly peeked out of his cupboard to see what had caught Fluffy’s attention. It was his bright red, spray paint canister.

            As dawn neared, the food of the kitchen began to stir and awaken. The bananas yawned and stretched. The chips arouse from their beds and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. All seemed normal with nothing out of place, and all the crackers in their rows of packages. That is, until Mr. Whiskers spotted the bright red spray paint above his food bowl.

            “What monstrosity is this?” Mr. Whiskers demanded, mostly to himself for all of the foods were still doing their morning routines on the counter above. Mr. Pookie, however, heard and made his way across the wide space between the cabinets and Mr. Whisker’s precious food bowl.

            “Mr. Pookie! Do you see this disgrace?” Mr. Pookie, as soon as he saw the picture of a ketchup bottle with the words “Murderer!” right above it, understood Mr. Whisker’s annoyance. “The criminal has done it again! I demand to see the head of security! This has been going on for too long now and I won’t take any more of it! I will personally go after this felon myself if that’s what it will take to-”

            “Mr. Pookie!” Interrupted Fluffy for he couldn’t help but over hear the angry exchange of words. Taken aback to be so abruptly stopped in his speech by the head of security himself, Mr. Pookie quickly closed his gaping mouth. “You will be happy to hear, that we will soon have an arrest made. Evidence was left behind from the criminal and not even being conscience of it, he left the print of his palm on it.”

            “You mean to say, you know the person who did this, because of a hand print?” Mr. Pookie asked in awe.

            “Yes. Science is an amazing thing isn’t it?” Fluffy said, and walked away with his tail up high and handcuffs in his paw towards the circle of tomato boys off to the right. Seeing the head of security walking towards them, the boys stopped their conversation and stood up straighter. They eyed the handcuffs in Fluffy’s paw, each drawing their own conclusions. Everyone did but Tommy, however, for he knew who the handcuffs were for.

            “Tommy Tomato, I’m placing you under arrest for the defiling of public property. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back.” Tommy knew there was no escape, and no excuse he could give. He was busted. His friends where no help to Tommy either. All they did was shake their heads, knowing that Tommy had been playing a dangerous game, and he had dug the very hole he had just fallen in.

            Has Fluffy lead Tommy away, he couldn’t help asking him a question. “Tommy, why did you do it? What was the point of it all?”

            “I don’t know,” Tommy mumbled.

            “You ‘don’t know.’” Fluffy repeated. “There’s absolutely nothing that motivated you to break the rules, and run the risk of getting caught?”

            “I guess I just felt like it.” Tommy shrugged. “I thought it would be funny.”

            “The only thing amusing about it is that you thought you could get away with it.” Fluffy said to Tommy. “And I hope a drawing a picture of a ketchup bottle is worth the punishment.”

John’s Declaration from Society

            Due to the injustices, wrong doings, and misdemeanors of civilization, it is necessary for me to declare myself independent from society and free of the wretchedness it brings. Society has lost its values and lacks decency and morals. It seems no one else is willing to step up and say how corrupt civilization is, so I will. What a piece of work man is, for he claims rights that were never his to begin with. Many things are rotten in the state of London. Too many crimes man has committed in today’s society; too many times they have gone unnoticed.   I am here to state that these sins have not been ignored, over looked, forgotten, or disregarded. Allow to me list the malefactions that society commits.

            People are only interested in activities that take the least amount of effort, and they have forgotten the rewards of hard work:

            Creativity and art is no more for people are now blind to the type of beauty that cannot be felt by the senses:

            Inspirational, motivating, and stimulating works have been replaced by busy, overwhelming, and oppressing “feelies:”

            Everything is made under false pretenses, with nature pushed aside to make room for synthetic creations, like Bokanovsky's Process:

            With the consumption of soma, comes the washing away of precious time to think, imagine, question, and develop thoughts:

            If emotion is nothing physically endured, whether it be positive or negative feelings, human beings will never reach their full potential

            The lack of attachment and commitment between people is sickening and shows further proof of the lack of morals in society:

            There is no method in the madness of love or purity and all manners of decency have long ago ridden away on horseback:

            People are blind and deaf to the acts of sin they commit, and their deeds go unpunished! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!

            This thing of darkness, which man has fallen into, I will not partake in. Since no one will hear my cries, I take my exit off the stage of society. I shall leave your “civilization” to collapse in peace and your people to forever remain ignorant of what sensations they are missing. With pain and anguish comes peace and serenity. Where danger and risk lurks, so does security and safety. You can find joy and bliss right around the corner from depression and gloom. Of course, the people will never understand or experience these emotions which prompt greatness. Nothing great will ever come from an idle and intoxicated mind.

            Forever shall society remain in sin, and I find no hope left in saving it. Society is dying, Egypt, dying and there is no savior to rescue it as it falls. The violation of crimes against nature civilization has done is too great to be forgiven, and I must save myself before it is too late for me too. Lord, what fools these mortals be to have disgraced themselves so. I shall leave now, and bid ado to all of your rot and I wish a plague upon both your houses.