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Story 61: "M. Luder: King of 'SETI Troopers' Fanfic" by Livia Balaban
I think Livia Balaban's metafic is sweet, slyly funny, and wise to the ways of fandom. It makes me nostalgic for what I never got to experience firsthand: being a Phile, back during the heyday of The X-Files.
Classification: Metafic; C with a nonexistent television series
Content: H, A, MSR
Rating: R and a half
Spoilers: A few, through late S8. No further.
Summary: Some excerpts from "Sunday Snaps" days on the 'SETI Troopers' fanfic list.
M. Luder, King of "SETI Troopers" Fanfic
Let the author know what you think, let us know what you think, and please, make your suggestions for next time.
Classification: Metafic; C with a nonexistent television series
Content: H, A, MSR
Rating: R and a half
Spoilers: A few, through late S8. No further.
Summary: Some excerpts from "Sunday Snaps" days on the 'SETI Troopers' fanfic list.
M. Luder, King of "SETI Troopers" Fanfic
Let the author know what you think, let us know what you think, and please, make your suggestions for next time.
magnificent choice
More at a later time. Road trip today.
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I'll be very interested in hearing what others, especially those who joined the fandom rather recently, have to say about this story, since it's such a parody of the XF fandom in the late 90s, particularly the denizens of the very much missed XAPEN e-mail list (and its Feedback Fridays). But it's also a parody of fandom in general, and that can apply to any time, any fandom.
I love that "Luder" isn't actually that great a writer and his fic is so obviously of the self-insert kind:
When the flow in the decontamination shower ceases, she raises her head. Then the silken veil parts, and he sees what she attempted so valiantly to conceal: pupils dilated with want, lips moist and parted, rich golden cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of amber, and he understands that this is the moment.
This story is fairly lighthearted, but the genuine sorrow of the Lone Gunmen gets to me every time:
So yesterday, laden with cheese steaks, sunflower seeds and some weird Northwest microbrew he seemed to like, we journeyed to his graveside and paid tribute. We had printed out all the feedback that arrived since his death, and with a little trowel, buried the rolled-up words of praise and admiration alongside him. We sprinkled the seeds and beer, ate the cheese steaks, and said our final goodbyes.
I start sniffling EVERY DAMN TIME.
Probably more yammering from me later. It's early and I haven't had enough coffee.
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Excruciatingly clever and carefully done down to the expressive typefaces, this is a proof of the common opinion that satire is most effective when done by those who love their subject. This fic makes me faux-nostalgic for the earlier X-phile mailing lists, though in their heyday I was still stumbling the streets in search of magazines with show commentary, plus those stupid paperbacks.
The really cool thing about all the fic-talk is that you can sense Mulder behind the scenes, spinning plots around his rl adventures and working out his frustrated Scully-love. I dig the idea of Mulder as a fic-writer. It must have been so therapeutic for him, more healthily creative than porn. Until he died, of course. But even then! Can't keep a ficster down. Imagine if he'd done yoga too.
This is a part-commentary metafic, one of the treasures of the field like Jess Mabe's "Untitled Random Casefile #4664." It helps fans understand and love themselves.
Yeah, Mulder really is a punk writer. Good thing he's so smart, gorgeous and heroic.
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Yeah, Mulder really is a punk writer. Good thing he's so smart, gorgeous and heroic.
Marry me?
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Snickerdoodles
* 1 cup shortening
* 1 1/2 cups white sugar
* 2 eggs
* 2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 2 teaspoons cream of tartar
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 2 tablespoons white sugar
* 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
2. In a medium bowl, cream together the shortening and 1 1/2 cups sugar. Stir in the eggs. Sift together the flour, baking soda, cream of tartar, and salt; stir into the creamed mixture until well blended. In a small bowl, stir together the 2 tablespoons of sugar, and the cinnamon. Roll dough into walnut sized balls, then roll the balls in the cinnamon-sugar. Place them onto an unprepared cookie sheet, two inches apart.
3. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Edges should be slightly brown. Remove from sheets to cool on wire racks.
Makes three dozen
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I love how the Gunmen come through in this as well, they're brilliantly written and I started welling up when I got to this bit:
So yesterday, laden with cheese steaks, sunflower seeds and some weird Northwest microbrew he seemed to like, we journeyed to his graveside and paid tribute. We had printed out all the feedback that arrived since his death, and with a little trowel, buried the rolled-up words of praise and admiration alongside him. We sprinkled the seeds and beer, ate the cheese steaks, and said our final goodbyes.
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