Fannish geography and nostalgia

"Pusher" is one of my favorite X-Files episodes, full of wonderfully funny Mulder/Scully moments, and concludes with a heart-in-your-mouth game of Russian roulette and enough UST to power my M/S OTP through any number of stupid plot twists in later seasons (Chris Carter, you have a date with my two by four).

On top of all that, the episode takes place in Fairfax County, Virginia, where I've lived for the last 22 years. I've figured out where most of the scenes take place, from the courthouse to the hospital to the driving range that Modell lures the agents to, prompting a devastatingly sly O.J. Simpson joke:

Scully: "So he's a killer and a golfer?"
Mulder: "Rings a bell, huh? Let's go G-woman."

Depending on my morning schedule, I sometimes pass that driving range on the way to work. It's the Fair Oaks Golf Center on Route 50, just opposite the Greenbriar shopping center, and soon to be no more. Looks like yet another suburban development is going to take its place. And while I've never stepped foot into the facility and heaven knows Fairfax needs more square footage of living space (not!), I'm going to miss it.

I guess that's what makes me a fan. I know that X-Files is fiction and I know that it was filmed in Vancouver. But I also know that "Pusher" happened just a few miles from where I live.

(And I also know roughly where Skinner's house was. Isn't that a happy thought?)

Knee-jerk bitch reaction

Canon Character X meets "Original" Character Z. X is immediately impressed, overwhelmed and horny and sets out to win Z's hot bod comic book collection twu wuv. But oh, noes! Unfortunately for X, Z is haunted by a dark past (and a personality disorder) and distrusts all men/woman/were-hamsters. X must show his/her/its sensitive side if he/she/fuzzy little it hopes to win Z over.

Whenever I see any variation of the above summary, I run shrieking into the night. Much like Rodney and citrus, if ingested, it makes me itch, break out in hives, then collapse on the floor, gasping for breath.

GIP! the repository of all knowledge

spike21 did one of those song lyric games where she posted a bunch of lines and challenged people to name titles and artists.

Now, my musical knowledge is deep like a really shallow thing. I rarely know more than one or two and I'm NEVER the first to get one right. But, SQUEE! I did know two and I did get there first and now I have an icon of crackaliciousness beauty to show for it.

And most awesomely, I have keyworded it this is where I pull it from.

But you knew that already, didn't you? Of course you did.

Query: Why are there no moods victorious, smug, superior?

Forbes Fictional 15

Gakked from somniesperus:

Forbes Magazine, known for its humor (WTF?!?!), has listed The Forbes Fictional 15, the fifteen wealthiest fictional characters.

Willie Wonka, Lex Luthor, C. Montgomery Burns, Lucius Malfoy (singled out for a profile piece as well -- omg, he has holdings in Wal-Mart, Microsoft and Halliburton!), Lara Croft and more each have a mini-bio well worth reading. Whoever put these together sure knows their stuff -- the Bruce Wayne bit is particularly delicious.

Be sure to check out who's dropped off the most recent list. You know Charles Foster Kane won't take this lying down!