OT: Bonjour!

Hey, sorry for the two or so week hiatus, was off doing the American in Paris routine.
Things (that are related to this blog) that I learned in France include: people like House very much in France and Holmes is very hard to read in French.

Also, on Continental Airlines, when you are flying into the US, they play a little infomercial about how to fill out a customs form.
In said infomercial was a picture of a sample form, filled out with random, sample information. I don't remember the name on the form, but the address was "221B Baker Street!" (the city was Brooklyn, which totally killed the Holmes vibe, but what can ya do)

Also, quick OT question: is it "airplane" or "aeroplane"?
Because "Aeroplane" is way cooler looking.

Right, back to rewatching every House episode ever and trying to think of ways in which they are clearly the same as detective fiction circa eighteen eighty.
I do have a life! I swear! I do! Its probably just, um, hiding under my bed or in a cupboard or something...