Dr. Bones

This seemed like a good title to follow up yesterday's post about Dr. Skins. However, this post isn't about a freak dream I had; it's about my love of the show Bones. As my mother experiences Friday Night Lights for the first time, I've been rewatching Bones and remembering how much I love it. Is it cheesy? I mean... yeah. But the character development is great!

I'm pretty sure I've already seen every single episode of Bones, but it's been really fun to start back at season one and remind myself of the storylines. I'd forgotten about Temperance Brennan's criminal upbringing, and the fact that Booth and Bones needed to see a psychologist because of their persistent bickering. And oh my gosh! Gormogon! I'm in the midst of the Gormogon drama right now! It's a fitting plot for October; very, very creepy.

Some time ago, I had a student named Julian who loved Bones as much as I do. I always referred to Julian as "The British Phone Booth." I still do, in fact; he's in my cell phone under this name. Anyway... the reasoning behind the nickname was partly because he was a sucker for Agent Seeley Booth and aspired to be like him. The other part of the reasoning had to do with a British-esque shirt The British Phone Booth was wearing one day. Julian wanted me to call him "Booth." I opted for "The British Phone Booth" instead. The latter version stuck.

The British Phone Booth, like Seeley Booth, had a love of fun socks. I wonder if he still does. I should probably text him and find out. I adore that guy and have been thinking about him a lot lately because, not surprisingly, I associate The British Phone Booth with Bones.

Alright. Time to make some dinner and binge a few episodes of season three on this rainy evening.

New chapter tomorrow, gang! If you're not currently caught up on The Way Back, take your phone/laptop to bed with you tonight and read through Chapter Nineteen. We're in October now -- in just a few weeks, the whole book will be made available!