Happiness is a warm Tivo
Oh, man, I have a lot to say about knitting and Bones.
(Do you think this is why I'm still single?)
Rhinebeck was delightful and delicious, as, by the way, am I. carmen_sandiego and girlunravelled and I orchestrated a James Bond-style precision rendezvous on board the Metro North train to Poughkeepsie, and from there rented a car and drove to our super-picturesque vacation cottage, where aside from sleeping off the Rhinebeck craziness, we mostly ate a lot and listened to Glee over and over and over again. We also knitted, watched movies of varying quality (Hairspray, which I could probably watch every single day and still love; also Twilight, which was amazing), and remarked frequently on the extreme cuteness of the cabin itself and the general awesomeness of our lives. And rightly so. I commend you, Hudson Valley, for your picturesqueness and your kickass leaf-peeping opportunities, and for providing the chance to use "leaf-peeping" in a sentence, period. Keep up the good work.
The Sheep & Wool Festival itself was a crazy mix of fair, agricultural event, and Parade of Handknits--from the truly stunning, a la Glenna to the "I appreciate the hours and hours of work you put into your literal coat of many colors, but what were you thinking?" Which, of course, is the beauty of any knitterly gathering: it's a safe zone for the handknits, a place where good work is fawned over and good effort is appreciated for what it is. Saturday night, we went to a party at our friend Elspeth's cabin--fifteen or so girls, with drinks and Finnish meatballs and pumpkin whoopie pies to match--and you've got to love a party where typical all-girl party talk is peppered with seaming lessons and a wholesome lecture on the importance of washing gauge swatches. A good time was had by all.
I didn't buy much yarn--two skeins of wonderful, luxurious, not-totally-practical 50/50 silk/wool sport-weight and one big skein of regular but very pretty worsted wool, both from Brooks Farm--but hey, I'm what Glenna calls a "low stasher," and half the fun is in the squishing and petting of the yarn anyway. (I am beginning to see large-scale yarn shopping as an exercise in self-awareness. Who am I? What is my place in the universe? What is this obsession with blindingly bright orangey-pink?) Also, OOOOOMG, you guys. I want an angora bunny. They're like little warm clouds with ears and noses. Little warm clouds with ears and noses that poop everywhere and chew on power cords, but still. Snuggly fiber-provider, or SNUGGLIEST fiber-provider? (Sherlock would hate me for all kitty eternity, or for however many lives he has left. But then, I ask you, does HE yield yarn? So there you go.) (Don't worry. I am not actually considering getting a rabbit, awesome though it would be.)
I really liked this whole episode--Daisy, Daisy and Sweets, "Hodgins found some three-thousand-year-old bugs, so he's all weepy," Angela being awesome, all of it--but mostly I want to talk about B/B embarrassingly and at great length. SURPRISE!
I so appreciate Booth's reaction to the Andrew Hacker situation--compare S5!Booth and Hacker to S2!Booth and Sully. If anything, he has more to lose now--not because Hacker's better than Sully (obviously not) but because Booth's feelings towards Brennan are so much closer to the surface now than they were then. But he kept it together, he didn't try to compete, and he didn't act like her dating somebody else was some kind of personal affront to him. And when he did have a problem, he made it about him and Brennan--the egg confrontation scene KILLED me, what with his sense of betrayal and the way she doesn't get it, and then she does get it, and her FACE. This is good writing, guys--Booth has changed and Brennan has changed, and the intensity and the sudden honesty and the dawning awareness of what is finally happening, well, it's just really, really good.
Which brings us to the ending.
As I see it, the museum scene doesn't make total sense--why now, during this particular conversation and in this particular location?--but the more I think about it, the more I wonder whether this isn't the way things are going to go for them: whether the baby/surgery/dream/ILU confluence of events hasn't shifted their relationship into a place where they don't need another Gravedigger or faked death or tooth-laced bomb as impetus to be together. Like, maybe they really will wander into an empty museum exhibit, or an empty lab, or an empty apartment, and it'll just happen, because it was always going to happen and now it can. (In that case, I will give props to Hart Hanson for going through with this without immediately contrived circumstances--endless drama over the years, yes, but without sudden realizations and last-minute declarations.)
(To be safe: This is Bones, where expectations of subtlety are often smacked down with great force. And the season is young. Should Sweeps Disaster strike, I may mourn a bit for my dashed hopes, but I will not be completely surprised.)
Incidentally, what I loved the very most wasn't the almost-kiss, but what happened after--the tie-straightening and the hair-touch, acknowledging the moment. They know, and they are excited, and it is awesome.
Man. I LOVE this season.
And now, I speculate wildly and without prior knowledge:
1. Unless disaster strikes, as mentioned above, I speculate that whatever happens between B and B is going to happen SOON. As of "The Tough Man in the Tender Chicken," (THREE WHOLE WEEKS FROM NOW AUUUUGH) we're in November sweeps territory. 2 + 2 = B/B lovin'?
2. To my bleary middle-of-the-night brain, "whatever happens between us is ours/stays between us" read like "we are going to be together secretly." In the light of day, I'm less sure. Thoughts?
3. But, see, if they DID hide their relationship, I would mostly excited about Angela, who would clearly notice but would believe Brennan's denials and would think that celibacy has knocked her Spidey Sense off kilter, even though Angela's Spidey Sense is never off kilter.
4. And then Angela catches them and runs off to squee very quietly with Cam rather than disturb them. Somebody wins a lot of money in the lab pool.
5. The rest of this season--or part of this season, at least--is them sneaking around and also learning how to be a couple. Season 6 may or may not revisit the baby plot; my money is on "may."
5. Not that I have thought about this. Obviously.
How do I have so much to say about this goofy show? This is embarrassing. But they're DOING STUFF RIGHT. I can't help it. I have a problem about that.
(Do you think this is why I'm still single?)
Rhinebeck was delightful and delicious, as, by the way, am I. carmen_sandiego and girlunravelled and I orchestrated a James Bond-style precision rendezvous on board the Metro North train to Poughkeepsie, and from there rented a car and drove to our super-picturesque vacation cottage, where aside from sleeping off the Rhinebeck craziness, we mostly ate a lot and listened to Glee over and over and over again. We also knitted, watched movies of varying quality (Hairspray, which I could probably watch every single day and still love; also Twilight, which was amazing), and remarked frequently on the extreme cuteness of the cabin itself and the general awesomeness of our lives. And rightly so. I commend you, Hudson Valley, for your picturesqueness and your kickass leaf-peeping opportunities, and for providing the chance to use "leaf-peeping" in a sentence, period. Keep up the good work.
The Sheep & Wool Festival itself was a crazy mix of fair, agricultural event, and Parade of Handknits--from the truly stunning, a la Glenna to the "I appreciate the hours and hours of work you put into your literal coat of many colors, but what were you thinking?" Which, of course, is the beauty of any knitterly gathering: it's a safe zone for the handknits, a place where good work is fawned over and good effort is appreciated for what it is. Saturday night, we went to a party at our friend Elspeth's cabin--fifteen or so girls, with drinks and Finnish meatballs and pumpkin whoopie pies to match--and you've got to love a party where typical all-girl party talk is peppered with seaming lessons and a wholesome lecture on the importance of washing gauge swatches. A good time was had by all.
I didn't buy much yarn--two skeins of wonderful, luxurious, not-totally-practical 50/50 silk/wool sport-weight and one big skein of regular but very pretty worsted wool, both from Brooks Farm--but hey, I'm what Glenna calls a "low stasher," and half the fun is in the squishing and petting of the yarn anyway. (I am beginning to see large-scale yarn shopping as an exercise in self-awareness. Who am I? What is my place in the universe? What is this obsession with blindingly bright orangey-pink?) Also, OOOOOMG, you guys. I want an angora bunny. They're like little warm clouds with ears and noses. Little warm clouds with ears and noses that poop everywhere and chew on power cords, but still. Snuggly fiber-provider, or SNUGGLIEST fiber-provider? (Sherlock would hate me for all kitty eternity, or for however many lives he has left. But then, I ask you, does HE yield yarn? So there you go.) (Don't worry. I am not actually considering getting a rabbit, awesome though it would be.)
I really liked this whole episode--Daisy, Daisy and Sweets, "Hodgins found some three-thousand-year-old bugs, so he's all weepy," Angela being awesome, all of it--but mostly I want to talk about B/B embarrassingly and at great length. SURPRISE!
I so appreciate Booth's reaction to the Andrew Hacker situation--compare S5!Booth and Hacker to S2!Booth and Sully. If anything, he has more to lose now--not because Hacker's better than Sully (obviously not) but because Booth's feelings towards Brennan are so much closer to the surface now than they were then. But he kept it together, he didn't try to compete, and he didn't act like her dating somebody else was some kind of personal affront to him. And when he did have a problem, he made it about him and Brennan--the egg confrontation scene KILLED me, what with his sense of betrayal and the way she doesn't get it, and then she does get it, and her FACE. This is good writing, guys--Booth has changed and Brennan has changed, and the intensity and the sudden honesty and the dawning awareness of what is finally happening, well, it's just really, really good.
Which brings us to the ending.
As I see it, the museum scene doesn't make total sense--why now, during this particular conversation and in this particular location?--but the more I think about it, the more I wonder whether this isn't the way things are going to go for them: whether the baby/surgery/dream/ILU confluence of events hasn't shifted their relationship into a place where they don't need another Gravedigger or faked death or tooth-laced bomb as impetus to be together. Like, maybe they really will wander into an empty museum exhibit, or an empty lab, or an empty apartment, and it'll just happen, because it was always going to happen and now it can. (In that case, I will give props to Hart Hanson for going through with this without immediately contrived circumstances--endless drama over the years, yes, but without sudden realizations and last-minute declarations.)
(To be safe: This is Bones, where expectations of subtlety are often smacked down with great force. And the season is young. Should Sweeps Disaster strike, I may mourn a bit for my dashed hopes, but I will not be completely surprised.)
Incidentally, what I loved the very most wasn't the almost-kiss, but what happened after--the tie-straightening and the hair-touch, acknowledging the moment. They know, and they are excited, and it is awesome.
Man. I LOVE this season.
And now, I speculate wildly and without prior knowledge:
1. Unless disaster strikes, as mentioned above, I speculate that whatever happens between B and B is going to happen SOON. As of "The Tough Man in the Tender Chicken," (THREE WHOLE WEEKS FROM NOW AUUUUGH) we're in November sweeps territory. 2 + 2 = B/B lovin'?
2. To my bleary middle-of-the-night brain, "whatever happens between us is ours/stays between us" read like "we are going to be together secretly." In the light of day, I'm less sure. Thoughts?
3. But, see, if they DID hide their relationship, I would mostly excited about Angela, who would clearly notice but would believe Brennan's denials and would think that celibacy has knocked her Spidey Sense off kilter, even though Angela's Spidey Sense is never off kilter.
4. And then Angela catches them and runs off to squee very quietly with Cam rather than disturb them. Somebody wins a lot of money in the lab pool.
5. The rest of this season--or part of this season, at least--is them sneaking around and also learning how to be a couple. Season 6 may or may not revisit the baby plot; my money is on "may."
5. Not that I have thought about this. Obviously.
How do I have so much to say about this goofy show? This is embarrassing. But they're DOING STUFF RIGHT. I can't help it. I have a problem about that.