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You know, using X-Files episodes as the proverbial carrot to enjoy once I finish working on the paper for the night is not the best idea, because it leads to me watching creepifying TV at 1 o'clock in the morning. GAH.

(On the upside: I'm done with a draft of the Virginia Woolf section of the paper! It is now...26 pages. And I still have the Astaire/Rogers section to go, plus when I start revising I'll probably need to add a few paragraphs to the Woolf section which put the dance chapter in the context of the rest of the novel. This paper will never end...)

Anyway, I just watched "How the Ghosts Stole Christmas," and...I did not realize that Chris Carter actually understood how MESSED UP Mulder and Scully and their relationship are. Because my god, yes, the ghosts were spot on in their critiques: codependency, narcissism, need to prove the other wrong...yep, it's all there.*

And yet, the moment Scully said, "Maybe I did want to be out there with you," it all flew out of my mind and I collapsed in a puddle of AWWWWWWWW. Oh, god, they are so screwed up, and yet so perfect together in spite of the codependency and everything else. I just...I... *squishes them*


* My secret joy is fanfic where we get into Scully's head and get to hear the constant barrage of "Mulder, you BASTARD!"s you know she must be thinking every time he ditches her or condescends or otherwise does something jerkish. I've started filling in for her when I watch the episodes. It gets said a lot.

Fictastic

One of the very greatest things about X-Files fanfic is how much of it there is. I never have to read bad fic just because that's all there is! Now I remember why I loved being in this fandom so much.

However, even in otherwise well-written fics, there are the occasional, shall we say, unusual turns of phrase. Like the following: "[Scully] turned to him, her eyes the color of cyanide."

*sporfle*

...At least it's not "cerulean" yet again?

Rain, rain, go away

Apparently the flood of the last three decades is going on in Nashville right now.

Stay dry, Nashville folks! We're supposed to get that same rain tonight and tomorrow in Knoxville, but then again, we were supposed to get rain today too, and it kept dodging us, like there was a forcefield or something. I won't complain.

I will complain (yet again) about my paper, though. I'm finally to the part I was really excited about--the Astaire/Rogers section--and I can't make myself get beyond the first sentence. Arrrgghhh.