wow. i am creepy (or there really ARE only so many stories to tell)
In mulling over my fic history for today's meme, I went back to my never posted giant X-Files post-apocalyptic AU thing, and I was reading my notes on how it was supposed to end and why I bailed the fuck out and never finished it, and I just realized that the BSG people are writing the exact same subplot. The whole thing on BSG with the breeding farms and the creepy operations and the human/Cylon hybrids. Functionally identical to what I was planning. And, admittedly, functionally identical to approximately 28% of all future distopia stories.
Still. Made me shiver.
Speaking of BSG, I just watched "Epiphanies." Holy cow, there was a lot going on in there. I'm slightly annoyed that apparently one ounce of cylon hybrid fetus's blood can cure end-stage cancer. I mean, I'm not annoyed that Roslin will survive. I'm just annoyed at how easy it was. At least they hung a lampshade on their ridiculously simple solution, rather than going all X-Files (Mulder: "I don't know what saved Scully. Maybe we'll never know." Cynthia: *throws crap at TV and yells a lot*) on it. And I liked that tiny little moment of Kara checking in on Lee, post-woefest.
Also, I had the most vivid dream last night, most of which was really boring. But the upshot was this: A woman I work with, who is extraordinarly fannish, just not about anything I'm fannish about, was crying. I asked her why. She said, "Frank died." "Frank who?" I ask, thinking it must be someone from some fandom I know nothing about. "You know, he's in everything. I met him at this and such a convention and had dinner with him and he was always so nice and he ran this camp for homeless kids, and -- oh, you know him! He was in that Band of Brothers thing you watch." "Frank John Hughes" I ask, the blood draining from my face. "Frank John Hughes is dead?" And then I started freaking out and somehow I'd met him at that camp or something but I KNEW him and he was dead and I really wanted to go to his funeral. And here's the distrubing part. I really wanted to go to his funeral because I knew and grieved him. But also because I figured many of the other BoB actors would be there and would be impressed that I'd been involved with FJH's charity efforts and was such a big fan, etc, and then they'd invite me back for the private wake, and then... *boomchickwahwah* and I was SO VERY ASHAMED OF MYSELF.
So. Someone please confirm that FJH is still alive. I realize I'm a lost cause, so there's no need to reassure me that I'm not insane.
Still. Made me shiver.
Speaking of BSG, I just watched "Epiphanies." Holy cow, there was a lot going on in there. I'm slightly annoyed that apparently one ounce of cylon hybrid fetus's blood can cure end-stage cancer. I mean, I'm not annoyed that Roslin will survive. I'm just annoyed at how easy it was. At least they hung a lampshade on their ridiculously simple solution, rather than going all X-Files (Mulder: "I don't know what saved Scully. Maybe we'll never know." Cynthia: *throws crap at TV and yells a lot*) on it. And I liked that tiny little moment of Kara checking in on Lee, post-woefest.
Also, I had the most vivid dream last night, most of which was really boring. But the upshot was this: A woman I work with, who is extraordinarly fannish, just not about anything I'm fannish about, was crying. I asked her why. She said, "Frank died." "Frank who?" I ask, thinking it must be someone from some fandom I know nothing about. "You know, he's in everything. I met him at this and such a convention and had dinner with him and he was always so nice and he ran this camp for homeless kids, and -- oh, you know him! He was in that Band of Brothers thing you watch." "Frank John Hughes" I ask, the blood draining from my face. "Frank John Hughes is dead?" And then I started freaking out and somehow I'd met him at that camp or something but I KNEW him and he was dead and I really wanted to go to his funeral. And here's the distrubing part. I really wanted to go to his funeral because I knew and grieved him. But also because I figured many of the other BoB actors would be there and would be impressed that I'd been involved with FJH's charity efforts and was such a big fan, etc, and then they'd invite me back for the private wake, and then... *boomchickwahwah* and I was SO VERY ASHAMED OF MYSELF.
So. Someone please confirm that FJH is still alive. I realize I'm a lost cause, so there's no need to reassure me that I'm not insane.