No, seriously. I think that I have a problem. And I blame Emily Deschanel. It is totally her fault for being adorable, smart, ass-kicky and the right amount of mysterious. And for me, mystery is intrigue. Last night's ep, from what I read off the IntarNet, was The Man In The Morgue.
Aussies who haven't watched it yet, stop reading now. I am not cutting, and y'all can't make me!
Now I don't want to sound like a hideous perve... but am I the only person who saw Brennan with the cut lip and stitched up forehead and went, "God that's hot!" Because I did. And I publicly admit it. Is that against the law anywhere? I don 't think so. But it feels a little wrong, and the fact that it feels a little wrong makes it a little hotter.
And when Angela wanted to go rescue her? So. Sweet. "Next plane, Brennan, or I'm coming to get you myself." Part of me thinks she was jealous of Booth, part of me thinks she just wanted to see New Orleans. And who could blame her? I want to go to NO, it's on my list of American Places To Go, along with Seattle, anywhere in Texas, Chicaaaago and back to good ol' Malibu.
But I digress. I have So. Much. Love. for earring-grabbing Booth, because he just LOVES his Brennan and even though she pretends not to be sentimental or anything, he knows that she is deep down. And Hodgins has the love for Angela, and it's all very very good.
End of Bonesing
greenovalfruit IS MY HERO. She already uploaded me BOTH Moulin Rouge soundies, because she is teh cool. Teh Ubercool. So publicised love for her. Everyone, go, love her.
I have to tell you, I would marry Nicole Kidman. If it were legal. For two girls to get married. And for me to be married twice with no divorce in between. But even hotter than NK is Cate Blanchett, because she just reeks of class and taste and intellect. And because Aussie chicks are hot.
And that wasn't a gratuitous shout out to myself, I was referring to celebrities.
And. Now. I'm. Gone.
Is it Turkey Day? Thanksgiving? I don't know. Get it together people.