During this episode I began to realize that every member of the team that comes in to “replace” Zach gets the boot when the episode is done. In this case I was glad of it, because that lady was annoying in a prefab, clearly intended way, and a caricature overly intended to amuse me. I despise every occasion a TV show goes out of its way to hold my hand and lead me into diversion.
“Here’s a poster for comic relief proven to have worked under different circumstances” doesn’t work nearly as well as nuanced humor. But hey, this was a great episode, because it included a great deal of poop. Forget everything I said before. Give me poop, and I’ll be laughing for twenty-four hours straight, specially it that poop drizzles, rains, or covers anyone.
The most I ever laugh when watching a movie, any movie, is when something happens with poop. Poop and people. Poop at people. I don’t know why that is, and don’t try to shame me because of it. It won’t work.
Back to Bones. I thought this episode was interesting because it exposed Brennan’s double-stacked dating practices as she saw two different men (separately but at the same time), a deep-sea welder and a botanist, which in her place I would find time-consuming and confusing, sort of the way I felt when I collaged this:
I like things monogamous, so I still don’t know what to make of this collage, even after all these months. Maybe I put it together because it disturbs me, not only what it shows, but also what it implies. No, I don’t like it. But I like it. What’s up with that? I remember finding the background and thinking it was a beautiful image, a nice place where I could put a tiny man: in the embrace of a woman, a wall he could only try to hug back.
Much later I found the male element of the collage, times two. My mouse somehow moved on its own to save it, even as I stared at it and thought, There’s no way I’ll ever find any use for this image, because I like collaging monogamous situations. One man, one woman, just the way I like my real life.
The day came I started cleaning out my Mac and tossing away some images as I paired up elements to collage later; background with foregrounds came together beautifully, surprisingly most of the time because the way I accumulated images was random, and I often didn’t remember or know I had already found the rest of an image.
I came upon those two little guys and the woman, and like sentient shoelaces that tie themselves, they wrapped around each other in my mind, and I tossed them into a folder I called “Heart-shaped”, since the woman’s torso is shaped like a heart by her arm and leg, and the two guys are shaped like a heart as well, though inverted. I forgot all about it as I moved on to work on different images that showed what I really like.
But eventually I found it again, and used the background for another image… I kept staring at those guys, and they finally stared back. Finally, the collage started collaging me.
Does that ever happen to you? You write something and you have no idea where it’s coming from, because you would never ever want it to happen. It’s the stuff of bad dreams, the sort of lunch they serve in Purgatory Cafeteria, the Early Bird Special in Limbo, but you write it because it’s writing itself through you. This collage was like that, so there I was, lassoing, selecting, cutting, dragging, cloning, shadowing, until it was done, and as I worked, the collage worked on me too; I don’t like it, but it likes me, and I like the story it tells.
And all that had nothing to do with Bones… except in a different TV dimension, Brennan keeps her two little men in the same dollhouse, and Mark can hold his breath down there for six minutes, instead of three. Maybe twelve minutes.
Booth’s interference when he met Mark or interrupted Jason was officious, annoying, and hypocritical; but what I kept thinking about was, where in the world did Temperance San Diego meet a deep-sea welder? Given past seasons’ events, I’m gonna guess she found him online.
Speaking of which, enough time wasted online for me. See ya!