The hell of it was, there were so many. I mean, one or two random balls, okay, that's no weirder than neon raves, but there were like, hundreds! Every shipper worth her salt was writing one!

I mean, for crying out loud. I can only think of one romance that involved falling down in purple goo, something that textually happened on the show, and that was slash anyway.

I liked Scully, still do, more without the baby stuff Connie mentions.

Doggett could have carried that show if they'd given him the chance.

I liked Doggett. I thought he was quite nummy, and not a bad actor.

Poor Robert Patrick. That was probably the most thankless job ever.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! Word is in from my beta shaped person who doesn't think my remix fic sucks beyond the telling of it. I am much relieved. I think I shall celebrate with a nice cigarette and some caffeine.

Poor Robert Patrick. That was probably the most thankless job ever.

Well, it's a credit to him that a lot of people seemed to warm up to him by the end.

Trying not to laugh at work

Hee, I just read that. My favorite bit:

Hurt/Comfort: Best to demonstrate with a mini-fic here. Writer takes character A, strips him, strings him up from a tree, covers him in honey and sets a swarm of wasps on him. Character B wanders past, and says, “What’s happened to you then?”

A replies, “I’ve been stripped, strung up from a tree, covered in honey and had a swarm of wasps set one me. It’s really quite painful.”

B, “Oh. Poor you. Fancy a shag?”

It's the Gimli pole dance that gets me.