Fall!

[icepixie]

Okay, it has officially Gotten Cold. (It's 68F. SHUT UP, that's cold.)

Anyway, in light of the weather and its autumnal connotations, I find myself desirous of some Halloween fanfics, and now I ask you, gentle flist, for some recs. I think I'm mostly in the mood for X-Files fic (either gen or Mulder/Scully-centric, although I will read other pairings if the the story is really excellent), but any of the fandoms listed in my interests will do.

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I watched The Matchmaker today. It was about what you would expect if I told you, "Janeane Garofalo plays an electoral staffer who gets sent to Ireland to dig up some Irish roots for the senator she's working to re-elect, and lands in a tiny town that's in the midst of an annual matchmaking festival." I'm sure you can take it from there. Vaguely amusing, though, and pretty scenery. And I swear, all though the movie, I thought for sure that the male romantic lead was one of the McGann brothers--one of the the two lighter-haired ones, I think Joe and Mark? I can't keep any of them straight, so I'm not sure. Anyway, it wasn't any of them, it was some guy named David O'Hara. Still, the resemblance from certain angles is uncanny.

Best moment:

Bar/hotel owner, Sarah: You should come to the dance, Marcy, come and have a bit o' craic.
Marcy (Garofalo): Crack?
Sarah: Yeah, it's brilliant craic.
Marcy: By "crack," I'm assuming that you don't mean incredibly hard drugs.

Heh.

Comments

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

(It's 68F. SHUT UP, that's cold.)

*wields converter*
*hysterics* Ohgod. You're kidding.

And, rec (http://runpunkrun.livejournal.com/175481.html#cutid1)! Excellent fic, XF gen.

[icepixie]

*hysterics* Ohgod. You're kidding.

Heh. Now comes the time of year when you get to make fun of me for being a weather wuss. *g*

Yay rec! *heads off to read*

[sleepingcbw.livejournal.com]

Now comes the time of year when you get to make fun of me for being a weather wuss. *g*

Being a New Orleanian living in Chicago means I can make fun of everyone for being weather wusses. It's awesome.

Anyway, you're a wuss.

[icepixie]

Being a New Orleanian living in Chicago means I can make fun of everyone for being weather wusses.

Bah. Silly person.

[cybermathwitch.livejournal.com]

I'm still trying to figure out how you - *ice*pixie, might I add (yes, I know where that actually comes from, I'm teasing you, snerk) survived 4 years at Kenyon (part of them in England, of all places!) Giggle. But yes, tis getting chilly. Fall is at *least* 3 weeks ahead of schedule. It's messing with me.

No recs, but must share the Matchmaker love. It's one of those movies that gets funnier with rewatchings. ::G::

[icepixie]

I'm still trying to figure out how you - *ice*pixie, might I add (yes, I know where that actually comes from, I'm teasing you, snerk) survived 4 years at Kenyon (part of them in England, of all places!)

Oh, believe me, I complained bitterly all through winter about the weather. ;) But I got through it because Kenyon's idea of "central heating" is more like what I tend to think of as "thermonuclear blast." I often had windows open in the winter, particularly during freshman year.

England (and indeed a good part of Europe), on the other hand, was more like, "You want heat? Now? It's 40F out, what do you need heat for?" I invested in blankets.

Fall is at *least* 3 weeks ahead of schedule. It's messing with me.

Is it three weeks? I figured it was more like two, but then again, I haven't been here for fall in four years. However, it's supposed to warm up again for the rest of this week and next, so I'm sure indian summer will be on its way soon.

No recs, but must share the Matchmaker love. It's one of those movies that gets funnier with rewatchings. ::G::

Does it? Hmmm. Might have to investigate that.

[rowdycamels.livejournal.com]

We had to turn the heat on the other day. Because it was less than 60 degrees IN THE APARTMENT. You are sissy-panted.

[icepixie]

Dude, my mother keeps it about 60F in the house all year 'round. I go outside to warm up nine months out of the year. Winter just means that I can't do that anymore.

(Er, not that it's winter yet. But you know what I mean.)