Okay, I realize I haven't shut up about Bones recently - but considering it's one of my current TV obsessions, I'm not going to stop talking about it anytime soon. Deal with it. (And really, should we be surprised? I mean after I got insanely into Buffy the Vampire Slayer last year - after those goddamn Twilight books - and developed a deep love for the brooding talents of one David Boreanaz, it was only a natural next step I go find whatever current show he was a part of. I partially blame my friend Jori who, after I claimed Robert Pattinson was a phenomenal brooder, told me that I had to watch Boreanaz as Angel, because he makes Pattinson look like a telephone lamp, and Boreanaz could have chemistry with a telephone lamp. Jori, by the way - you were right. But I digress...).
The show's 100th episode aired last night - and for an excellent recap I'll direct you to Entertainment Weekly, I agree with everything they wrote about it over there.
What I want to talk about here is a little more personal (that's right folks, here at Jaw Wired Shut it's all about ME. At least after three years of blogging I'm consistent, right?).
Go watch this scene (yes, spoiler alert if you haven't watched the episode) and then I'll get to my point...
Here's the thing: do men like that exist? Men who fall in love at first sight? Men who know? Men who declare their love for another person so openly? I mean ignore the heartbreaking part where she essentially turns him down, and I mean, is that not one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen? And now do you people get what I'm talking about when I rave about David Boreanaz's acting abilities? He seriously reminds me of George Clooney in a way - something about the convinction in his performance - the Cary Grant-esque old school movie star vibes...
But what I really want to know here is WHERE IS MY BOOTH?
I blame this show and most recently Justified for making me develop a thing for cops. I used to have a thing for authority figures (think camp counselors, professors, etc.) but now it's definitely just that whole knight-in-shining armor thing. Shit, I want to work for the FBI if only it means I get partnered up with some hottie who's going to be obsessed with protecting me and subsequently fall in love with me, eccentricities and all.
Also - Brennan (Emily Deschanel's character - and by the way, Emily Deschanel is just a stellar actress and far more appealing than her younger sister Zooey, in my opinion. Although if those two ever teamed up for a musical album or fashion label or any remotely artistic endeavor I would probably vomit from cuteness/jealousy) makes me want to just incorporate a lot of awkward jargon into my daily lexicon. I mean, she makes me just want to really own my occasional bouts of social awkwardness.
The last comment I want to make is this: Booth, if you ever declared your love for me and gave a speech like that one (the "30, 40, 50 years" part just slayed me), please note I would not turn you down.
That is all.