I do like my little show.

I do to. It's not love, but I feel protective of it nonetheless. And I've been seeing affectionate write-ups of it TV Guide (take that for what you will now that fonebone is gone) and in Entertainment Weekly (which is pretty much my pop cult bible these days), which makes me psyched. It may have flown under the radar but been successful enough to keep doing what it's doing.

Though, stupidly, I will probably sitting down to eat at the beginning, which is always a bad idea.

Well, I was right about that.

Also, didn't the Piano Man singer look an awful lot like David Boreanaz? Obviously not him, because he could sing, but...

Okay, if this is going to turn into yet another fat girl stalker story I'm going to lose some of my affection for this show.

Boy, this is pretty watch from the hall.

I've wondered this before, but -- how is Brennan a best-selling author, but no one's heard of her for that?

No one reads procedural mysteries?

In other news, DUDE.

Yep, brenda pretty much sums up where I was sorry this went. The singing didn't bother me at all (mostly because I was impressed with both deliveries), but the stalking stuff was painful going into offensive in the end.

Is this the first time Bones has handled/fired a gun?

And yes, they went There. Oy.

No, she's a trained marksman.

Thanks! So, this isn't the first time she's fired a gun in the "field"?