Twitterblogging 'Bones': Party Clothes, a Ghost and a Yellow Submarine
Today's cuppa: Bewley's Dublin Morning Tea (still morning in Los Angeles, but it's raining, so that's kinda like Dublin)
Even though all of you are not yet following me on Twitter, I don't want to deprive you of the benefits, so here's the live Twitterblog of last night's episode of Fox's "Bones."
For those not familiar with Twitter, it's a microblogging service that allows users to send out short messages -- 140 characters or less -- called "tweets," either to a closed group of friends or out into the general Twitter stream (which is Google-able).
Users can subscribe to the Twitter feeds of other users, who can in turn subscribe to theirs (not required, but generally considered polite).
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And if you like, you may read the tweets while watching the episode on DVR, VHS or online. Guarantee they'll make at least 75 percent more sense.
Most importantly, you must read the following Twitter stream (in the interests of full disclosure, I admit that it's been cleaned up a bit from the original for the sake of clarity and readability) from the BOTTOM UP! The date stamp represents the time this morning that I grabbed the tweets from my Twitter home page. Here we go:
Â· Hey, soldier boy! Bones had a soul-stretching moment, and she missed it -- again. Ah, well. Thanks for listening. Bye!
Â· Awww, nice absolution moment. Booth has a message from beyond the grave. Deal with it, Bonesy.
Â· Nice moment. Will Bones ruin it? Will she? Boy, this chick is just zero on the old fun-meter.
Â· Dynamic Duo, together again! Boomedyboomboom! Back to the boneyard, but this time the one of fallen heroes.
Â· "No way you're getting the deposit back on that tux." I so rock.
Â· Chopper overhead! Sarge! I know what you did for me. Sarge, no way! He did not just say that! No way!
Â· Oh, Navy red tape. Looks silvery and cuffy to me. Send a postcard from Leavenworth
Â· Wait, was that Bones with the briefcase? Hold on, rewinding. Yep, it was. Nice one!
Â· Forget JackBauer, we have Bones with a briefcase. You go, girl!!!
Â· Hodgins goes for ships at sea. Oooh, BrotherBooth knows where to hit a military man where it hurts.
Â· Now it's time for soldier boy's Emotional Confession. Absolution time for our Booth, looking very Apocalypse Now.
Â· Wow, that's a heavy ghost. Move towards the light! Heh heh heh. We're climbing here! We're mass-speccing here!
Â· Sweets, we're the good guys, we don't torture people. That's it, call JackBauer. Meanwhile, Booth gets flashed.
Â· Ship go boom!
Â· BrotherBones: I got you, beeyatch. Meanwhile Bones tries curling. What? He picked that up? And he bowls!
Â· Hodgins gets his cold blood on. BrotherBooth goes for the jugular. Spring Hill? Tenn.
Â· It appears that Hodgins is not so needlessly paranoid after all. Did MacGyver ever have a ghost bugging him at work?
Â· Oh, no, is it a female serial killer? There are so many, even if all but one is on TV. Sweets wants to get cleaning.
Â· Oh, sorry, not the DA from Oz, it's the DA from The Wire. Forgive me. Has she injured herself? Huh? Huh?
Â· Booth finally does a MacGyver with the flashlight. And it's the DA from Oz again. She needs to be on Fringe with her ex.
Â· Oh, well, if they're not equidistant from the anterior whatzit that means broken ribs. Hey, I've only got 140 characters
Â· Wow, Booth knows a lot about the bulkheads of ships wired to go boom-boom. BrotherBooth pulled a fast one!
Â· So, Bones was a noncom. Don't call him sir, he works for a living. Oh, more Emotional Confession Time.
Â· Boy, dead soldier boy is a real downer. Booth is giving him the posthumous pep talk. Not sure what good that will do.
Â· Bones and remains -- a perfect match.
Â· Oh, well, it looked like a wicked MacGyver move for a moment there.
Â· Now it's Emotional Confession Time, the usual adjust to Useless Remorse Time. Booth does a wicked MacGyver move.
Â· Flashbacky! Running for help! Oh, it's Useless Remorse Time. Boat wired to boom-boom, Booth. Focus!
Â· Hey, it's BrotherBones, played by my favorite bad boy from "Roswell"!
Â· Ooooh, now I get it. Fish love decorations. We have six hours and 23 minutes, a k a 25 mins in TV time.
Â· FBIBlonde tagged along. Everyone looks very pretty while being grilled by the FBI. Hodgins, tho, could buff up a bit.
Â· Sweets: This pointier bit just got way pointier. Good catch, FBI Shrink Boy! Boneyard go boom-boom.
Â· Bones makes High-Functioning Chloe from "24" look like a charm queen. Wait, Boneyard TV is on the air!
Â· Oh, criminies, Bones is being stupidly rational again. I swear, the girl has some sort of serious deficiency.
Â· Hah-hah, just kidding. Ship MAY go boom-boom. Welcome to our weekly episode of Boneyard TV.
Â· Ship at sea go boom-boom.
Â· Awwww, she liked Booth, but she didn't love him. She is certifiable. I'm just sayin'.
Â· Booth is trapped in a place with pretty lanterns. Whazzup? Oh, Parker, that's sweet.
Â· Soldier boy feels real, anyway. Booth isn't buying it. FYI, ghosts aren't on the list of things that scare Booth.
Â· Booth in a wet white shirt; You know, that wet white shirt Mr. Darcy was wearing was auctioned for charity. Just FYI.
Â· Wet Booth. Wet soldier boy. Bye, bye, tux. Bones folds like a cheap suit. Camille suggest a bad, bad thing.
Â· FBIBlonde is following them. And she's so not wrong about the thingamajigger. She'll be in touch.
Â· OK, that is the best.potato.chip.commercial.ever. If I could eat potato chips (long story, don't ask), I be going to the store NOW.
Â· Hey, it's Bones' version of FBIChick! I can't remember her name, so let's call her FBIBlonde.
Â· You tell 'em, Bones! You stop freezing up on me, cable. You have just lost your prime suspect, Hodgins.
Â· Yeah, that tux deposit is definitely gone now. Let me guess, are we going to the docks? No, beach boardwalk. Close.
Â· The Gravedigger is near the water? Toldja that was a yellow submarine! Oops, that can't be good.
Â· ....and B, at least one cast member must be put in mortal danger while everyone else is in their party clothes.
Â· There have to be rules somewhere that in every crime procedural, A, someone must be buried alive
Â· Oooh, Hodgins has the little whatchamjigger that holds all the answers to the whatitz, whatever it is.
Â· Oh, right, Hodgins was buried alive. Sweets, nice tux! Nice sparkly jacket, Angela. Uh-oh, Hodgins did a bad, bad thing.
Â· Sarge? Eh? I'm thinking exotic pharmaceuticals here. Errr, frozen cable feed again. Nice jacket, Booth.
Â· Huh, there's a soldier boy. He knows how to close the yellow submarine, Booth thinks he's losing it.
Â· Errr, pixilated cable feed. Huh, it looks like Booth was in a little yellow submarine, but that makes no sense.
Â· Lemme outta here, part two. Uh-oh, cable feed is freezing up. Better stop now. Hodgins, you stop that too.
Â· Credits like that particularly bilious XFiles shade of green. And I know bilious.
Â· Lemme outta here! Credits
Â· Sweets, now that's a good use for Angela's shoe. Hmmm, 190 pounds of Booth. Hmmm. Worry not, Sweets read the book.
Â· Spooky voice on phone -- buried alive! Who? Who? Uh-oh. There goes the tux deposit.
Â· Booth in a tux. Getting dressed up for Bones to receive a big award. Knock at the door. Bones in a hot frock.
Â· Bones Twitterblog:TheHeroIntheHold. Former Oz DA quizzes Bones and Hodgins about the Gravedigger.