looooove loooooooove love
Jan. 14th, 2004 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideMore Xfiles. Season 6 will soon be done, and I'll have to find something else to obsess about.
Moving away from my profound and obvious love for Scully and Mulder, let's take a moment to praise a side character I also love: Arthur Dales.
Watching The Unnatural and while this isn't the first episode he appears in, I just love the guy. Though I sorta hate the whole "I'm Arthur Dales, the brother of the other Arthur Dales" thing. I mean, wtf was even the point of that? Anyhow, maybe he's a little too one-dimensional good, but I don't give a damn. I just want to hug him for being such a straight-shooting, decent person.
This episode also seems to mark the first of Jesse L Martin's tv appearances. He is so very adorable in this episode.
Okay. Enough of that. Back to cooing at Scully/Mulder. Where Mulder teaches Scully to hit a baseball? Could they be more adorabe? Could that scene have been written for any purpose other than to get all the Scully/Mulder shippers moist?
As Sarah and I were discussing the other night, they define the concept of chemistry. So much so that you want to bludgeon whoever thought an entire season of Buffy and Riley was ok.
Never having seen Gillian Anderson in anything but Xfiles, I wonder if the chemistry is brought in by David Duchovny who made the sappiest movie known to man, Return to Me, absolutely charming. I remember incredulously watching it, thinking, "Holy SHIT this is sappy," and yet cooing all the same. Great chemistry with Minnie Driver in that movie. And the other chick he acted with briefly.
And quite frankly I don't give a shit if I sound like a raving fangirl. The guy is freaking hot.
Anyhow, the baseball scene reminds me of high school. And for once? It's not painful.
His name was Derek Capper and he was my first high school crush. He was so very completely out of my league. He was Mr. Star. Athlete, a junior to my freshman, and I was so shy and nerdy I didn't even rate friends among geeks. Salvation was found hiding in the library (and no Giles to see me through angst filled teen years) and the 7th level of hell was gym class. Could I be more of a bad teen movie?
Anyhow. Gym class consisted of rotating us through various sports. And when it came time for softball, I didn't think there was a hell's chance of my connecting the bat with the ball. I was, of course, on Derek's team. I spent a lot of time on the sidelines planning my own death since the ground was failing to conveniently open up beneath my feet. My turn came to be at bat. I timidly walked up to the plate and miserably began flailing the bat. Derek, who didn't exactly have a reputation for kindness and compassion, walked up to me. I braced myself for some crushing put-downs. Instead he impatiently took the bat away from me and said, "Look, that's not how you do it." He put his arms around me (dear god I still swoon at the memory) and had me hold the bat. We practice swung a few times and then he stepped back and let me try. Not only did I swing fine, but the bat actually connected with the ball and got me to first base. I never went on to be a great ball player, but his help got me through the rest of that semester.
Moving away from my profound and obvious love for Scully and Mulder, let's take a moment to praise a side character I also love: Arthur Dales.
Watching The Unnatural and while this isn't the first episode he appears in, I just love the guy. Though I sorta hate the whole "I'm Arthur Dales, the brother of the other Arthur Dales" thing. I mean, wtf was even the point of that? Anyhow, maybe he's a little too one-dimensional good, but I don't give a damn. I just want to hug him for being such a straight-shooting, decent person.
This episode also seems to mark the first of Jesse L Martin's tv appearances. He is so very adorable in this episode.
Okay. Enough of that. Back to cooing at Scully/Mulder. Where Mulder teaches Scully to hit a baseball? Could they be more adorabe? Could that scene have been written for any purpose other than to get all the Scully/Mulder shippers moist?
As Sarah and I were discussing the other night, they define the concept of chemistry. So much so that you want to bludgeon whoever thought an entire season of Buffy and Riley was ok.
Never having seen Gillian Anderson in anything but Xfiles, I wonder if the chemistry is brought in by David Duchovny who made the sappiest movie known to man, Return to Me, absolutely charming. I remember incredulously watching it, thinking, "Holy SHIT this is sappy," and yet cooing all the same. Great chemistry with Minnie Driver in that movie. And the other chick he acted with briefly.
And quite frankly I don't give a shit if I sound like a raving fangirl. The guy is freaking hot.
Anyhow, the baseball scene reminds me of high school. And for once? It's not painful.
His name was Derek Capper and he was my first high school crush. He was so very completely out of my league. He was Mr. Star. Athlete, a junior to my freshman, and I was so shy and nerdy I didn't even rate friends among geeks. Salvation was found hiding in the library (and no Giles to see me through angst filled teen years) and the 7th level of hell was gym class. Could I be more of a bad teen movie?
Anyhow. Gym class consisted of rotating us through various sports. And when it came time for softball, I didn't think there was a hell's chance of my connecting the bat with the ball. I was, of course, on Derek's team. I spent a lot of time on the sidelines planning my own death since the ground was failing to conveniently open up beneath my feet. My turn came to be at bat. I timidly walked up to the plate and miserably began flailing the bat. Derek, who didn't exactly have a reputation for kindness and compassion, walked up to me. I braced myself for some crushing put-downs. Instead he impatiently took the bat away from me and said, "Look, that's not how you do it." He put his arms around me (dear god I still swoon at the memory) and had me hold the bat. We practice swung a few times and then he stepped back and let me try. Not only did I swing fine, but the bat actually connected with the ball and got me to first base. I never went on to be a great ball player, but his help got me through the rest of that semester.
