So, here's a catch-up summary of the Week in Television that is hopefully not (too) boring.
First, Bones... There was soooo much to love about this episode, but also a lot to be annoyed about. Once again, this show is feeling more like fan fiction (albeit pretty darn good fan fic) than network television. Jealous!Booth? Check. Brave, protective "knight in shining FBI armor" Booth? Check. Shirtless!Booth? Check. Booth-in-Jeopardy? Check. Brennan-in-Jeopardy and Saves-the-Day Booth? Check. Check. Hugging, crying and extended physical contact? Major check. It's all good, right? Not quite, because they had to go and telegraph the fact that Adam Baldwin was the bad guy less than five minutes after he first appeared on screen. And the key thing? I'm surprised ya'll couldn't hear me screaming THE KEYS, YOU BLOODY MORONS, THE FREAKING KEYS! I know the characters on my TV couldn't hear me because Brennan just kept going on and on about irregular crenellations and absolutely failing to make the most obvious connection in the world until my head was about to explode.
Then, there was Veronica Mars. Was it me, or was this episode kinda... boring? First of all, no Wallace. Secondly, no Veronica/Logan interactions, except that one look at the end, which I admit was very nice. I did love the Corny stuff, and the Mac stuff (but wherefore art thou Beav?), and the Dick stuff (boyfriend Kryptonite *snorfle*), and I even liked Jackie and Veronica together. But the whole gay students thing felt kind of self-conscious to me, somehow. I dunno, I can't explain it, but it didn't quite sit right. Which is weird, because usually this show excels at handling high school outcasts and social tensions. And what's up with Veronica running to tell Keith that Terrence Cook has a locker full of explosives after Jackie had just told her that Terrance was using Woody Goodman's hanger? Come on, Veronica would never miss a detail like that when it was handed to her
And then there was The Doctor. Despite the fact that Frodo inexplicably failed to record the second episode (and I still don't know what that was about because my season pass was set right and I had plenty of disk space) so I had to stay up until midnight to watch them both, I really liked it. It seems to have just the right amount of that familiar BBC cheesiness that I remember from old school Doctor Who (the effects, the music, the muddy directing, the WTF plots), but not so much that it's actively bad. The writing in the first two episodes was snappy and Christopher Eccleston totally rocked. I'm not so sure about Rose yet, but I think she may grow on me. And I do at least appreciate seeing a woman who's actually got hips on television for a change. I'm not totally addicted yet, but I'm definitely intrigued. Although, when it comes to updating sci-fi television classics, it's not even in the same ballpark as Battlestar Galactica. I'm just saying.
Um, West Wing? Yeah, crap like last night's episode is the reason watching WW has felt like a chore the last two years. An entire hour devoted to characters I don't care about arguing strategies for an election campaign I don't care about. *yawn*
Grey's Anatomy, on the other hand, was very solid. Not knock-my-socks-off fantastic, but enjoyable. Loved George getting tough with Christina, loved Addie's juju, and loved, loved, loved all the Burke/Christina stuff (especially at the end, when she didn't want Burke to ask George to leave after the scene with Alex).
Whew. Okay, I think I'm caught up now.
In other news, we had a few people over for dinner last night and I made the Once Upon a Time in Mexico cochinita pibil and a pitcher of sangria. And then I made the mistake of having half a cup of coffee after dinner and ended up completely unable to sleep last night. Now I'm tired and the weather is rainy and gross today and I don't feel like doing anything. Bleh.