An Open Letter to the Bones People

An Open Letter to the Bones People:

Okay, I get what you’re trying to do here. You’re making sure that I tune in next season. I was going to do that no matter what, Bones People. Just so you know. And, yeah, I also get that you’re trying to drop a huge bombshell at the end of season 6 to keep things interesting. I know I should be thrilled – Booth & Brennan have finally done the deed and are maybe even admitting that they freaking love each other.

But I feel so gypped!

Bones People! I have invested six seasons of my hopes into this pair, riding the Will-They-Or-Won’t-They train amidst bumps and screeching halts. This whole surprise pregnancy thing makes me feel like I got drugged on the train and missed the 9-hour ride and all of the beautiful scenery.

We all know that Booth & Brennan belong together. WE ALL KNOW. So help us out a little, Bones People! Give us a little something to make us feel like we are worthy of knowing that YES, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. I have to admit, Booth’s reaction in the last frame was quite adorable. And I like that Brennan took his cue. But there wasn’t even a kiss! Let it be known that I hated the idea of Brennan being pregnant two seasons ago when it was randomly chucked into the plot. If there’s anyone out there in Televisionland who should not be having a kid, it’s Temperance Brennan. It’s just so random.

I suppose props must be given to you, Bones People, for you did blindside me with this ridiculousness. *Sigh*

Excuse me while I go watch the season 4 finale and try to fill in the cracks with Booth’s dream sequence.

Frustratedly yours,

Robin

So I was watching the Today Show this morning, as I do every day of the work week, when something suddenly struck me. They were talking about the cost of oil, and how it has risen to over one hundred dollars a barrel for the first time in two years.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks... or a barrel of oil:


Mind. Blown.

Thank you, Jane Seymour

Today is Jane Seymour's 60th birthday. We all know and love Jane from 'Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman,' with which I am hopelessly obsessed. (See previous post.) She's a writer, painter, and philanthropist among other things, and has given us a lot to talk about in her long and illustrious career. But, perhaps her most amazing and influential contribution to society is her Open Hearts butt necklace.

The first time I saw Jane Seymour's Open Hearts necklace commercial, I may or may not have projectile spit liquid across the room. Sure, I love Jane and all that she does. (Who can forget her turn in 'Wedding Crashers,' eh?) Still, looking through my I-love-Jane-goggles, even *I* could see the Open Hearts necklace for what it really was: a butt. Seriously. The heart, the swoopy thing... and the butt. From that moment on, the "butt necklace" became a running joke in my life, and it has endeared Jane Seymour to me evermore.

So, on this, her 60th birthday, I would like to send out a hearty "thank you" to the woman who made hearts into butts and butts into necklaces. Thanks, Jane. You are made of awesome.



In commemoration of Jane Seymour's 60th birthday today, everyone out there gets a complementary virtual Open Hearts butt necklace, from me to you. You're welcome, America.

So, I was watching Frasier today and suddenly realized: I have met all three amazing people in this scene.

I must be made of awesome.

Lessons from DQ:MW

Some things I've noticed from watching 'Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman':

January Filmzz... so far...

January has so far been cinematically fruitful for me. Well, at least the last couple days have. I wasn't planning to record my movies for 2011, but it's become a friendly habit. So far have seen the following, plus a few:

Black Swan -- This movie has left me questioning film itself. I can't quite figure it out, but am pretty darn sure I liked that. If I can make some kind of artistic something that can cause that much emotional weirdness, I will be happy. Four stars.

True Grit -- Halee Steinfeld was fricken amazing. So much better than Kim Darby. As a staunch supporter of the John Wayne version, I was quite wary about seeing this. But SHOOT, I was quite entertained. It seemed more authentic and quiet. Jeff Bridges was sufficiently disgusting, yet Josh Brolin lacked the nastiness that I expected in Tom Cheney. The ending was really awesome, much better than the Wayne version. Three stars.

The King's Speech -- Awesome. Gorgeous. Geoffrey Rush might be my new obsession. He is deliciously kind and dedicated, and Colin Firth's King George is captivating. I still don't understand how someone could make a film about stuttering and make it that good. Four stars.

Gulliver's Travels -- I basically saw this just because Emily Blunt was in it. It was slightly entertaining, and might end up being a funny supplement for those poor kids who are forced to read the book in high school. Two stars.

An Education -- I was quite taken with this movie! Carey Mulligan was superb, and the speed was consistent. It was a lovely picture, quite entertaining. Three stars.