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Thursday, October 29, 2020

House of horrors

House, or sometimes House M.D.
is like a horror movie every episode 

except the monster is you, 
or could be

Whereas House 
is the Greatest American Hero 
forgot his supersuit on the way 
to what I remember (as a halcyon
child) as a surprisingly-excellent 

comedy horror film, a thing 
- I honestly hadn't considered, 
accounting for the high-value 
novelty (I ignorantly considered 

novelty a value in those days) (we 
all did), but the point is: it had a 'Nam 
flashback guy played for not comedy 
relief, but straight tragedy relief. Ralph 

Hinkley was going through all this, 
buddy, missing child and all. Probably 
an ex-wife, who was no Connie Sellecca
(née Concetta Sellecchia - is that sexy 
or what?) but she couldn't possibly be, unless
she was dead. In which case, forget it. Point is, 

In that movie, as I recall, 

that poor guy went through everything he went 
through. And 

you felt bad 
it was funny. But 

some part of me 

wishes Father Hugh Laurie 
would have walked in 

to perform his patented exorcism
-via-sardonic irony routine 

to make you, 
or somebody 

well. 

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