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I watched the Bones season premiere last night. It wasn't dreadful, but I saw no reason for it to be two hours. The first case was obviously a shoddy contrivance to get Bones and Booth to England and was treated as such. After the butler took the fall for the skeevy Duke of Whocaresfordshire, the case was never mentioned again, even though it was obvious that the butler was taking the fall for his "betters". I would've liked to see Bones taking umbrage with such a gross and blatant miscarriage of justice, but apparently, the writers jettisoned her spine and her alarming tendency to stick her nose where she oughtn't in favor of scads of personal drama.
Look, I like the personal drama on Bones because it's generally well-handled and usually balanced by intriguing casework. It's not like CSI:NY, where everything is rapidly becoming about tabs and slots. But this was overkill wrapped in a bitter, soggy roll of arbitrary WTF.
Hodgins and Angela break up because "they don't trust each other"? What? The insecurities both shared at Angela's husband being in town were hardly abnormal or deal-breaking. In fact, I don't know many couples who wouldn't display some of those feelings. Even if you've broken up with someone, you don't want to think about them sleeping with someone else. It's uncomfortable at best, and at worst, it makes you wonder just how much--or how little--your time with them meant to them. I've been dumped for five years, and I still have no desire to know about my ex-boyfriend's sex life with his wife. It's a human reaction.
And so is hoping that an ex who is still pining for your partner will go away and never come back. Those feelings aren't paranoia. Paranoia is when you follow your partner around, just waiting for them to betray you, or when you lurk outside the amorous ex's abode in the hopes of catching them in a nefarious misdeed so you can have them arrested. Angela and Hodgins weren't being paranoid or unreasonable, and while they clearly weren't ready to marry, there was no reason to break them up. They could and should have postponed the wedding and worked through their problems together. People who think in absolutes are often very lonely.
This just reeked of pointless, "just because we could" drama, and I'm not looking forward to a season full of awkward angst.
I'm also not looking forward to the possibility of Cam being pregnant by Angela's hunky ex, but lo, I can smell it from here.
I did love the banter and interaction between Booth and Bones. Booth is the perfect friend, I swear. "He's not special, Bones. You are."
~melt~
I also loved the snarky, British grandmum in her swanky electric wheelchair.
Not the best premiere, and it suffered for its undue length, but I'm looking forward to the rest of the season.
B
Overheard at the bus stop yesterday:
"Handicapped people don't need to be riding the bus. They got Dial-a-Ride. They only gotta pay $2.50, and they can go wherever they want."
Hmm, let's see. I can pay $2.50 plus $1.00 for Roomie each way and be forced to wait up to an hour for pick-up, or Roomie and I can pay $1.85 each way with no wait other than the length of time it takes for the driver to load the bus. One costs me four times as much(disabled fare is $.60) and benefits me not at all. In fact, the only one it benefits is you, who won't have to be reminded I exist. The other method is cheap, safe, and prompt, but means that you might need to wait five minutes before leaving the terminal.
Whichever shall I choose? My martyr's soul cannot possibly guess.
Fuck you, you selfish, ignorant asswipe. Frankly, I don't think you should've been loosed from the troglodyte enclosure at the zoo, either, but here we both are, and I guess we'll both just have to be brave.
Rather than dwell on such negativity, however, I'm going to eat fried chicken and mashed potatoes with Roomie and spend the afternoon watching DVDs.
Look, I like the personal drama on Bones because it's generally well-handled and usually balanced by intriguing casework. It's not like CSI:NY, where everything is rapidly becoming about tabs and slots. But this was overkill wrapped in a bitter, soggy roll of arbitrary WTF.
Hodgins and Angela break up because "they don't trust each other"? What? The insecurities both shared at Angela's husband being in town were hardly abnormal or deal-breaking. In fact, I don't know many couples who wouldn't display some of those feelings. Even if you've broken up with someone, you don't want to think about them sleeping with someone else. It's uncomfortable at best, and at worst, it makes you wonder just how much--or how little--your time with them meant to them. I've been dumped for five years, and I still have no desire to know about my ex-boyfriend's sex life with his wife. It's a human reaction.
And so is hoping that an ex who is still pining for your partner will go away and never come back. Those feelings aren't paranoia. Paranoia is when you follow your partner around, just waiting for them to betray you, or when you lurk outside the amorous ex's abode in the hopes of catching them in a nefarious misdeed so you can have them arrested. Angela and Hodgins weren't being paranoid or unreasonable, and while they clearly weren't ready to marry, there was no reason to break them up. They could and should have postponed the wedding and worked through their problems together. People who think in absolutes are often very lonely.
This just reeked of pointless, "just because we could" drama, and I'm not looking forward to a season full of awkward angst.
I'm also not looking forward to the possibility of Cam being pregnant by Angela's hunky ex, but lo, I can smell it from here.
I did love the banter and interaction between Booth and Bones. Booth is the perfect friend, I swear. "He's not special, Bones. You are."
~melt~
I also loved the snarky, British grandmum in her swanky electric wheelchair.
Not the best premiere, and it suffered for its undue length, but I'm looking forward to the rest of the season.
B
Overheard at the bus stop yesterday:
"Handicapped people don't need to be riding the bus. They got Dial-a-Ride. They only gotta pay $2.50, and they can go wherever they want."
Hmm, let's see. I can pay $2.50 plus $1.00 for Roomie each way and be forced to wait up to an hour for pick-up, or Roomie and I can pay $1.85 each way with no wait other than the length of time it takes for the driver to load the bus. One costs me four times as much(disabled fare is $.60) and benefits me not at all. In fact, the only one it benefits is you, who won't have to be reminded I exist. The other method is cheap, safe, and prompt, but means that you might need to wait five minutes before leaving the terminal.
Whichever shall I choose? My martyr's soul cannot possibly guess.
Fuck you, you selfish, ignorant asswipe. Frankly, I don't think you should've been loosed from the troglodyte enclosure at the zoo, either, but here we both are, and I guess we'll both just have to be brave.
Rather than dwell on such negativity, however, I'm going to eat fried chicken and mashed potatoes with Roomie and spend the afternoon watching DVDs.
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