Can there be too much of a good thing?

Decidedly so. I used to be a fan of Butter chicken before I got here. In fact my sea of divine Epicurean tolerance of all things assailing my taste buds has dwindled to a stagnant puddle of selective goodies. Surprising, right? Food aside, let's turn our attention to the only other thing that can make one salivate to the point of obscenity. House. What is it about a cynical, crippled, hunched, nihilistic genius that could make one worship the groovy sneakers that tread the earth at Princeton-Plainsboro, albeit with a limp? Is it the barefaced practicality of life staring the viewer in the face in every successive episode? Juxtaposed against the honey-rosy happy endings in most things we see on the tube, it definitely stands out. Is it the wry, condescending wit that catches you off guard or the gripping verbal tete-a-tetes that keep you hooked? Is it that you just agree with every maxim coined in the course of the past 6 years or have you the incredible gall to throw faith to the dogs and just accept that everybody lies? Or is it because, not unlike the sundry antics of House himself, your love of the show is a quiet acquiescence of the fact that in essence, we are all just...damaged? Whatever your reasons are, I for one, have found House M.D. to be one of the most complete shows to ever be aired. In the temperamental doctor, one finds a brazen hauteur that makes narcissism seem like a saintly virtue, a glibness that would put Alan Shore to shame, and an unfettered temerity for solving riddles that does justice to the inspiration that sparked it. Indeed, one can imagine a certain other to speak with perhaps the same hint of condescension, "You see, Watson, but you do not observe" as House adopts in his dealings with the ordinary. The element of neediness to complement House's unabashed histrionics in Wilson, the constant flame in Lisa Cuddly, and a rocky and somewhat questionable camaraderie among the team all contribute to what is in a nutshell, a perfect show. But everything comes with an expiration date. You see, the 5th and to some extent, the 7th season of the show brings to notice some of the less attractive traits of the show. House's fastidiousness, for example, transforms from tolerable to irritating at times. Cuddy's constant enabling becomes monotonous. In addition, the show does not have the luxury of a change of setting. Although it was commendable for House to have treated a plane-full of passengers once, doing it again would be overkill. Keeping all of these in mind, is it really a good idea to keep the show running all the way through season 8? Reason says it isn't. Perhaps it would have been better to combine seasons 5 and 6 and present them as one and let it end with that. But if ever there was a show that could spring back with a vengeance, this is it. So would I be surprised if, once again, I find myself overwhelmed by genius of the writers? No. In the event that it doesn't turn out that way, would certain people meet horrible, gruesome deaths? Yes.