I have always liked "Epiphany," more since I parsed it out and came to respect its semi-hidden angst. It comes on like such a joyous little holiday celebration, but such a strained history Scully has been carrying in her brain. It's a good thing that Mulder displays as such a super partner-father, despite his inevitable confusion. He's almost too good. It might have been better if he were more defensive and confused. But hey, it's Christmas.
MaybeAmanda's style is, of course, the very best butter.
As for "How To Fly," well, I like Oracle, always have, always will, but this one seemed a bit flyaway for me. Maybe it's because Mulder's marvelous insight is shared as the two agent are in bed hugging each other. It's not pillow tall either, which as we know occurs *after.* Come to think of it, "Epiphany" is somewhat weakened by that "we must get together for sex soon" ending MA had boxed herself into. Let me put it this way. I like straight talk, and I like the sexing (dare I admit), and I like FBI crimefighting and partnerfighting and alienfighting and can even be titillated by an occasional M/O and S/O. But there's something about the loitering on the brink of physicality that makes me feel as though I've been trapped in the preteen library section. It's just me. Crabby old me.
The "no room at the inn" reference in "How To Fly" was clever. Though I'm not sure we fans should be encouraged to identify our heroes with gods any more than we have already.
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MaybeAmanda's style is, of course, the very best butter.
As for "How To Fly," well, I like Oracle, always have, always will, but this one seemed a bit flyaway for me. Maybe it's because Mulder's marvelous insight is shared as the two agent are in bed hugging each other. It's not pillow tall either, which as we know occurs *after.* Come to think of it, "Epiphany" is somewhat weakened by that "we must get together for sex soon" ending MA had boxed herself into. Let me put it this way. I like straight talk, and I like the sexing (dare I admit), and I like FBI crimefighting and partnerfighting and alienfighting and can even be titillated by an occasional M/O and S/O. But there's something about the loitering on the brink of physicality that makes me feel as though I've been trapped in the preteen library section. It's just me. Crabby old me.
The "no room at the inn" reference in "How To Fly" was clever. Though I'm not sure we fans should be encouraged to identify our heroes with gods any more than we have already.