On Shark Jumping, Interventions and How Bones is the new Gimme A Break...
So, round about Wednesday this week, I was thinking about how I was experiencing a personal renaissance of awesomeness in my fandoms. Tuesday's LOST was f-ing amazing, I was reading the new Vampire Academy book Spirit Bound and overwhelmed by its amazingness. Previously, my mind had been blown by the Vampire Diaries season finale. The long darkness between seasons of True Blood was finally relenting, and everywhere I look there are previews and minisodes and promotional posters that make the bitter darkness of my black and empty heart turn pink and sparkly and bright. It was as though my fandoms could do no wrong.
Oh hubris, you cruel angry bitch.
Because then there was Bones. As I watched the horror of the season finale, I was reminded of the 80s sitcom "Gimme A Break!", not just because I kept saying "Gimme a break!" Nell Carter was soooo funny on that show and I loved it so much back in the day, and I'm sure you did too. Do you remember when they moved the show to New York City and everyone lived in apartments? No? That's because when a show does something cheesy like moving the location of the show, or adding a cute wisecracking kid, that's the end of the show, and you stopped watching. If you had any sense, you stopped watching the Brady Bunch when Oliver showed up, and stopped watching Laverne & Shirley when they moved to LA, and stopped watching Friends when it became Joey. For the record, I didn't. I kept watching all these shows when they got stupid, thinking each week that it would get better.
And now I am doing it with Bones. I need my own episode of Intervention.
A reasonable person would have broken up with Bones last season with the whole "coma dream" debacle. Not me. Yes, I was filled with rage, but I forgave my show...because it was my show and I loved it. This season, at first the show said it was sorry, and brought me adorable scenes with Booth and Brennan and genuinely good episodes about Amish musicians, etc. But, then it started back up again with the ridiculous 100th episode flashback "situation", and continued its downward spiral into what can only be described as the Season Finale of Suck.
But, I can't quit this stupid show, ya'll. And I know it. So when my little Bonesies get out of the time machine they are borrowing from the now-canceled "FlashForward", I will be waiting for them beside the reflecting pool, tapping my foot impatiently. Its sick, I know it is, but its the truth.
Things will be different, though. I have demoted Bones permanently to "DVR and watch later" status, because both the Big Bang Theory AND The Vampire Diaries are on at the same time in the fall. I think with such serious competition for ratings (and a seriously enraged fanbase) the end is nigh for my beloved show anyway. How sick is it that this makes me feel happy and hopeful, because if the show is dying they will be forced to stop dicking around and get B&B together for real? Right? Right?
Oh hubris, you cruel angry bitch.
Because then there was Bones. As I watched the horror of the season finale, I was reminded of the 80s sitcom "Gimme A Break!", not just because I kept saying "Gimme a break!" Nell Carter was soooo funny on that show and I loved it so much back in the day, and I'm sure you did too. Do you remember when they moved the show to New York City and everyone lived in apartments? No? That's because when a show does something cheesy like moving the location of the show, or adding a cute wisecracking kid, that's the end of the show, and you stopped watching. If you had any sense, you stopped watching the Brady Bunch when Oliver showed up, and stopped watching Laverne & Shirley when they moved to LA, and stopped watching Friends when it became Joey. For the record, I didn't. I kept watching all these shows when they got stupid, thinking each week that it would get better.
And now I am doing it with Bones. I need my own episode of Intervention.
A reasonable person would have broken up with Bones last season with the whole "coma dream" debacle. Not me. Yes, I was filled with rage, but I forgave my show...because it was my show and I loved it. This season, at first the show said it was sorry, and brought me adorable scenes with Booth and Brennan and genuinely good episodes about Amish musicians, etc. But, then it started back up again with the ridiculous 100th episode flashback "situation", and continued its downward spiral into what can only be described as the Season Finale of Suck.
But, I can't quit this stupid show, ya'll. And I know it. So when my little Bonesies get out of the time machine they are borrowing from the now-canceled "FlashForward", I will be waiting for them beside the reflecting pool, tapping my foot impatiently. Its sick, I know it is, but its the truth.
Things will be different, though. I have demoted Bones permanently to "DVR and watch later" status, because both the Big Bang Theory AND The Vampire Diaries are on at the same time in the fall. I think with such serious competition for ratings (and a seriously enraged fanbase) the end is nigh for my beloved show anyway. How sick is it that this makes me feel happy and hopeful, because if the show is dying they will be forced to stop dicking around and get B&B together for real? Right? Right?