The end of season six consists mostly of Scully and Mulder dreaming about their relationship and touching each other’s faces. Cheers.
Season six, never leave me.
“Spacelings,” so hot right now.
The Paley Center is screening new fall pilots this weekend, so I braved New York’s latest heat wave yesterday to sit in an air conditioned theater and watch television. I was there for all of it, from Ioan Gruffudd’s suave man scarves in Forever to the comic book fun of The Flash, but I was especially there for Gracepoint. When David Tennant’s name appeared onscreen, we heard an audible swoon from a group a few rows ahead of us, and we knew we were amongst friends.
Bees are the Umbridge of The X-Files.
I’m at the point where I need to put together a Mulder/Scully playlist, but I can’t, because if I start thinking about which songs fit their relationship, I won’t be able to resist the fan videos. If you give a mouse a cookie, she’s going to end up YouTubing spoilers until 4 am.
Welcome to season five! I’ve spent most of it on the floor hugging an ottoman.