As I've said before, Fox Mulder was my childhood mentor/hero/chakra-cleanser/Yoga instructor/midwife. So I think I owe it to him to let him know that someone is totally fucking with his image:
This does nothing but severely downplay the seriousness of Fox's work. I have nothing against Joel. In fact, I happen to love Joel as well:
But Joel is Joel and Fox is Fox! Their lives cannot mix together. Unless there's a brand new TV show where Mulder and Joel have to comment on b-movies and Fox gets so caught up in the films that he jumps through the screen and tries to catch those giant beetles or Santa-kidnapping Martians.
Or a show where Joel joins the X-Files and follows Mulder and Scully on their cases, just making fun of everything they do. You know, good money making ideas like that.
And then there's this:
Actually, this appeals very much to all my senses, mainly because I wouldn't mind Scully explaining periods to me.
And now, THE TOP FIVE 'I WANT TO BELIEVE' POSTERS.
5.
I think we all want to believe that this person is alive and well. I want to believe that he would be my friend and take me to baseball games.
4.
I'm not sure if this one counts if I already do believe.
3.
It is hard to believe that something this undeniably delicious can exist.
2.
I want to believe that he head-butted that hole.
1.
Obvious, but oh so true. Life's only great mystery.
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