July 25th, 2004

SB - Max - Oy

A random running commentary (ish) of Sunday.

Today, being bored, I wrote a lengthy entry because I was completely uninspired to do any more of Come Forward;  the original, typed from my A4-pad hand-written version, is between the lines; new stuff follows.




12.13pm: So, here we go.  Though, technically Sunday started twelve hours ago, at which time I was, if I recall,  DJ comment tennissing with Eni (165 and counting!) about shippiness and, um, not being Jenny, and trying to remember  what the Hell episode involved Mulder teaching Scully to play baseball. I found out, after trawling through trannies,  at 2am.  Go me and my complete lack of memory.

As a result, I think I had a vaguely X-Files-related dream last night, and, at the very least, woke up with  suspiciously ficlike narratives ringing through my brain.  I can feel myself becoming slowly re-obsessed.  This is  simultaneously a good and a bad thing.  Bad because, quite frankly, I have enough new obsessions filling my brain, and  enough other uber-shippy pairings to make my heart hurt, without bringing X-Files and the MSR back into the  equation (because DUDE.  When I say uber, I mean uber...)  Good, however, because it'll be quite nice having it  back in my life; I mean, it pretty much defined who I was for nine years, was my second big fandom (Red Dwarf  being the first) and my first online fandom.  In fact, I think www.thex-files.com  was the very first website I ever visited or spent any consistent amount of time on.

So, a warning in advance.  Future posts may be rather X-Filesian in nature, and believe me, if you were around for the  first generation of this particular obsession and thought it was annoying, you ain't seen nothin' yet. :)  I've been  pondering it quite a bit, actually.  It's weird watching semi-objectively from a more casual point-of-view.  I realise  how completely fantastic it actually was in its own right as entertainment, shipping aside, but I'm also noticing the  more subtle nuances of Mulder and Scully's relationship, the complexity of the characters, and the way all of the  various plot arcs fit together - not just the 'mytharc' (my word, but I'd forgotten how complicated that was...) but  the M/S one, too.  I swear, from Season 6 onwards, it was all leading up to the baby/Messiah arc and them finally  ending up together.  I think by Season 5, Chris Carter couldn't actually deny it any longer.  For whatever reasons -  writing, actors, fans reading too much into it - it developed beyond what he was intending, and, thank goodness, he  took everything on board and made their connection a part of the show.

Gah, see what I mean?  I could've rambled for Britain once upon a time, and all that old X-Files geekness was  right there in the back of my mind, waiting for the time when I could understand it better...

*disappears to get crisps*

*returns with drink instead because lunch is nearly cooked*

So, resisting the urge to ramble s'more about x-Files, here's the promised nearly-running commentary...

I'm watching VH2's 100 Greatest 90s Anthems.  They're up to 94, which is Supergrass's Sun Hits the Sky,  which, amazingly, I do remember.  I've also got my discman here, mainly to see how long the batteries last, and also so  I can listen to music without getting inane comments.  (Brought along Alanis - SFIJ - Katie Melua, and Seeter.  Also  bought Texas's Greatest Hits in Sainsbury's earlier for £8.99.)  Oh!  Yay!  It's Blur's Coffee and TV video with  the milk cartons!  Uh, yeah, I'm a geek.  Also, it seems that VH2 are using the rathergood.com singing kittens as part  of their advertising.

I'm considering scanning this, but I may wait and see how long it ends up.  In all honesty, it'd probalby be quicker to  type it out...

Must... not... do... X-Files... fic...  I don't need a ScullyMuse, darnit!  Also, I figured out why I  never suffered the same fate with Mulder as i did with, say, Spike, Niles, Joe Gillis, &c.  Not because he's not  tortured - because, dude, he's as tortured as they come - but because Scully's Tortured Soul Complex is probably vast enough to cope and mine fades in comparison.  These medical types, so inherently compassionate. ;)

I'm going to end up writing fic, aren't I?  I need to do chapter four of Broken Record and Come Forward both (though the one for the latter is at least started.)  All this lovely time to write, and no inspiration.  Ah, well.  Clearly, I need to find something more constructive to do, then the ideas'll flow.  My brain's just wired that way.

I've just noticed my father has a Harry Potter mug.  I guess geek breeds geek.  But somehow, his having a mug is much sadder than my generalised merchandise fetish.

I WANT MOST HAUNTED BACK NOW, DAMMIT!!

*ahem*  Sorry.  Withdrawal.  It's only on once a week again and I've been spoiled with Ftn's daily repeats. I already mentioned on mosthauntedgeek how I saw a bloke in Ikea who looked like Jason Karl (series one's parapsychologist, a combination of the later series' Matthew Smith and Phil Whyman, in one superhuman being!  Oh, wait. My mistake.  That'd be Karl. :P) and then... someone else, possibly Rick, maybe Phil, a few seconds later.  My brain is saturated.

Guh.  'Stenders isn't on til 3.50 today.  Which means I'll end up watching it with them both.  Joy.  Hm.  Well, VH2's boring me, so I'll give the new Texas CD a try. 'Tis now 1.19, so I'm sure my music and fic-writing urges will kill some time.

1.46pm:  Woo, Texas!  No lyrics in the booklet, but they'll be easy enough to find online.  I blame Eni for this random piece of spending, by the way, because she put two Texas tracks on the non-mixy mix tape and reminded me that I liked them.  SO, yeah.

I meant to say, my cassette player works again.  Possibly, the heads needed cleaning.  I didn't happen to clean them, but I did happen to test it again and it worked.  So, yay, now I don't have to use my Walkman as a backup stereo...

Next door have acquired a new pet - to quote Eddie, "a small, yappy-type dog."  Wow, that loses so much without the voice... but yeah.  It's quite sweet, no idea what it'll grow up into, but it looks vaguely mongrel-like.  I'm so not a dog-person.  Actually, just prior to our barbecue yesterday (mmmm... meeeeeat...) I was petting one of their many neglected cats.  I managed to elicit a purr from it; managing to approach one of them is a challenge in itself...

I have fallen, regrettably, into Will & Grace shipdom.  And of course who else?  Jack and Karen, obviously.  Before you all yell at me, hear me out...
      ...
        ...all right, so there's really no excuse.  The Inner Shipper has a mind of its own; rarely do I actually gain control over my pairings.  I remember the night of her conception, BBC1's original airing of The X-Files' Season 2 episode, "Irresistible".  Specifically, the ending of it, with the M/S hug.  The first one.  It's a milestone episode, and one of my favourites for that reason.  What it boils down to is this: Nautica is Mulder and Scully's lovechild, and they're entirely responsible for the current state of my brain.

[insert random ramblings here about father that are too boring/lengthy to repeat]

Where was I?  Oh, yes, Nautica.  Entirely the twisted product of Mulder and Scully, so you have no-one to blame but them.  And Chris Carter.  And, y'know, all the other pairings-instigators for making her worse...

Dude.  How can I have filled up four sides of A4 [no, really!] with nothing?  Considering scanning and typing up just to see if everyone can read my handwriting.

Okay, methinks I shall try some X-Files fic.  Bear in mind I've not attempted such a monster since... wow, probably late 1998/early 1999, and my old fic wasn't exactly... literary genius.  Or particularly coherent, for that matter.  or even well-characterised.  So, this'll be an experience, I think...

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So, that's it, really.  I'd also scribbled the following in the margins:

"17.31: My father, like Braca, defines 'anally retentive'." - he was consistently arguing his point whilst not realising that the counter-argument was all for fun anyway and he was being tormented...

Whilst watching 'Stenders - "No!  Argh!  Dot can't have cancer!!!"

And: "Eamonn Holmes quoted Sunset Boulevard on Song of Praise!!" - he was explaining about London's oldest custom-built picture house, dating back to 1910, and was talking about silent movies.  He said something to the effect of, "this is what they would have looked like.  But for all those people out there in the dark..." which is a direct quote, almost, from the final speech in the movie. :D  I love when people reference obscure literature.  I mean, most people've heard the famous lines ("I am big! It's the pictures that got small!" and "And now, Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up!" &c., &c.) but not many are going to get the more random ones.  Hee.

But dude.  X-Files fic.  It's been so long.  I realise none of you are probably qualified enough to pass judgement, but opinions would be appreciated...

I would give a list of the various random mini-aggravations, but... the fic's melted my brain, and they weren't that interesting anyway. :)  I start the new job tomorrow, so here's hoping it goes better than the last one.