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Without going into specifics, I'd say I've found quite a pleasant diversion in Bones, a CSI-like series with a dash of humor thrown into the mix. All the characters are lovable and extremely unique, the dialogue is fast-paced and clever enough to keep me occupied temporarily. Of course I hardly understand any of the scientific jargon they regularly throw at me, the hapless viewer, but it's really just like House--you don't watch primarily for the nerdiness of it, but for the way it's all presented in one unique package. All those high-sounding terms simply lends an air of authenticity to it.

It's a great show, really. The way the relationships and tensions between the characters are portrayed provides a stark contrast to the gravity of the cases they take. I realize some might have a problem with this, but not me. Lightness is a welcome feeling. And I've always liked David Boreanaz ever since his Angel days. It's now officially one of my favorite TV series.

I am crushing on the girl second to the left. Rawr!

But of course, just like any other drug, when the high subsides, all the shit comes pouring back in, and you realize you can't ever escape the real world.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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