Unimpressed with Bones' Season Premiere

I was totally disappointed with this season's start to Bones!

The premise didn't make any sense.

First of all, Cam doesn't need saving. Cam would have been able to figure out that the child was Asian, in other words, NOT the missing child. I mean come on, it's not like Cam was the stupid one hanging onto everyone else's coattails.

Secondly, they didn't even need a premise to begin with. What would be so terrible with just starting the season exactly 1 year later? What was the purpose to bringing everyone back early?

Thirdly, what is so wrong with Bones taking a year off to study the origins of humanity or w/e she was doing? It was clearly established at the end of last season that she was stressed out with her current job as a forensic anthropologist. She needed a break. Furthermore, that was great opportunity for her to take.

Why was she alone with Daisy? From the sounds of it I thought she would be with a whole bunch of anthropologists. Why would they be in a dangerous jungle by themselves? And I am sorry, I can buy Bones being able to take some people on her own, but not that many.

The only thing I could guess at was that they were trying to emphasize the cohesion of the group and how much they all needed each other.

All in all, not impressed, and not a good way to start the season...

Wroxton, Wroxton, Wroxton

Sometimes I feel like a broken record, stuck saying "I miss Wroxton" over and over and over again... It's silly to live in the past so much, I know. I think of Wroxton every day, and I miss it every. day. And it's not like I'm not enjoying life now, because I am. It's just that my time there was probably the best time I have ever had, and even though someday I will go back, it just won't be quite the same.

Maybe I'm being overdramatic, but Wroxton is kind of like... Neverland. It's like something out of a fairy tale - a five story abbey, eight hundredyears old... with this large rolling lawn and a beautiful garden like something out of a Jane Austen novel. It's like living in a fantasy world.

And for those four months, you leave behind everything - you leave behind all your stress, your work, your whole life, and you're there in that Abbey with new people. Every weekend, you go to a new place -- possibly three new places if you do something Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's truly an Adventure. It's about Exploration and Discovery. And not just discovery of this new, foreign land, but also discovery about yourself.

You can leave the rest of the world behind, it's like a dream.

And like Neverland, one day you do have to go back. You have to leave. Because you have life to get back to, people to get back to. And you fly across the ocean and it's gone, and you have nothing but memories and photographs and souvenirs. And you're left dreaming.

I miss so much. I miss the sense of excitement of going to a new place, the excitement of going to see Stonehenge, or the Roman Baths, or the Tower of London. I miss the humid air, yes I miss the rain. I miss the Abbey, with its creepy, ancient basement, I miss playing ping pong, I miss walking back to the Abbey after spending a night at the pub and looking up at that building and thinking, "Yeah, that's where I'm living..."

I long for the day I can go back, and I also long for the day I can travel to a new place and feel that sense of adventure again.


Post Note
Okay, sure, I'm going to Vegas in a month for work... and that will be exciting, sure. But Vegas is not my style. I miss Europe, with its ancient castles, with its signs that say "this chair is 500 years old, and we have no idea what it was used for or where it came from, but its 500 years old!" (Okay maybe I paraphrased a little).

Back home from grandmother's

This weekend I went to visit my grandmother. It still feels weird being there without my grandfather. I missed him a lot this weekend for some reason. More so than usual anyways. I'm not really sure why, but he was on my mind a lot.

I'm always afraid to mention him around my grandmother or to watch anything on TV about dying. I don't want to see her cry.

We were talking about him in the car ride home though. I think maybe it's because Thanksgiving is getting close. And he would always say the prayer before the meal. I didn't get to see him the Thanksgiving before he passed because I was in Wroxton. Just Christmas. And then in February .. that was it.

I can still remember the deliberate way he talked, the way his hands would shake all the time. He would make up stories for my sister and I, like "Gogo the cat", the animal actor who was so amazing that he could play dogs like Toto in the Wizard of Oz. I remember the time we went out walking with him and I tripped and scraped my hands and knees, and I didn't cry or anything and he was really proud of me. I remember he would take us out to the movies or out to eat, but he'd always say "the girls took me out to eat", despite the fact that he drove and he paid for everything. And for my eighth grade confirmation, I needed to do community service so I helped him deliver meals on wheels. This one woman talked to me for fifteen minutes about this huge doll collection she had displayed in her living room. And we climbed back into the car and as we drove away, my grandfather explained how some of the people we delivered to really just were lonely and wanted someone to stop by to talk to.

My grandmother is lonely now. She always wants us to visit. When we leave, she hobbles with her cane down the hallway to the back room. You can see her little face watching us leave through the window.

Even though I saw him for so much of my childhood, there was so little that I knew about him. There's things I'm only finding out now, like the fact that he visited Japan during the Vietnam war for R&R. It would have been nice to know him as an adult, instead of through the eyes of a child. I wish I could have heard stories about his life... from him. Not necessarily about the war, since I don't think he liked to talk about that. But about his childhood.

Well that's all for now, I need to go to bed. Work tomorrow.