Commentary on "Christmas Morning Surprise"
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bookishwenchAnd the other half of my Yuletide thingie,
Writing "Christmas Morning Surprise" was completely different than writing "The Madness of Love." I noticed this stocking stuffer on Christmas Eve morning and banged this out in a couple hours. I've watched Bones since the beginning, mainly because whither goest David Boreanaz, there goest I (well, except for that weird Valentine movie, but I've heard I didn't exactly miss the greatest movie ever made). I also adore Hodgins and Angela together, but I haven't done anything in the fandom; in fact, I'd never read a Bones fanfic prior to this, and I made some big boo-boos, which is what I'll mention first.
I should have checked imdb.com for the correct spelling of characters' names. I honestly thought Zack was Zach and Hodgins was Hodges. Bad, bad, bad Meltha! I would have checked this much more closely had it not been due on that day. Still, I screwed up Montague in "The Madness of Love," so I hope I've learned humility when it comes to names this year. It would have been such an easy fix if I'd only checked it! I will say I've checked fanfic since then and I do see Zack regularly misspelled as Zach, so at least I'm not alone in this, but I can't help feeling like one of those BtVS fanficcers who spells Xander as Zander. Dope! Obviously, I've changed this in all other postings of the fic.
That done, I'll do a quick play-by-play on this.
Yes, Booth is depressed over the possibility of Santa being dead. However, he's also a little gloating that finally here's incontrovertible proof for Bones that not everything can be explained scientifically. Zack is dubious. Hodgins is just plain happy that he's in the middle of what might be the biggest cover-up in history. And Angela? Voice of reason, grossed out.
I tried to get a traditional review of the basic statistics of the case, everything just a little warped. Frankly, the whole fic is warped. With the exception of the witch episode (which gave me nightmares... I am such a wimp) they've kept firmly in the realm of reality, so, yeah, this is pretty cracktastic. However, maybe in part because my other fic was so depressing, I wanted this one to be on the wacky side. Consequently, we get polar bear fur (I really wanted to slip in a Lost joke there, but passed), ashes and soot, but no pipe because, hey kids, don't smoke!
I couldn't decide what the heck to call Temperence Brennan in this. Only Booth calls her Bones, and he doesn't do it all the time. It seemed weird to have the narrator call her Dr. Brennan, and Temperence is such a mouthful, so I wound up with Tempe. I'm still not sure I like that.
So, they all go out for eggnog and cookies, including Brennan, rational thinker that she is, who doesn't buy any of this but does, in fact, like cookies. Then I have the complete deus ex machina of Santa waking up. I seriously considered leaving him dead, but I couldn't do it: too mean. So it turns out Rudolph only killed him a leeettle bit, and everybody gets chocolate, even Tempe (I had to throw in the Odin reference because she'd probably avoid speaking the name of what everybody's thinking here), and we end with her usual inability to get pop culture with her reference to Charlie in the Box from Rudolph (who I always loved, and really, speaking of that special, can someone explain to me what the heck was wrong with the little dolly, because she didn't seem weird). And they live happily ever after. Well, as much as those guys do.
Writing "Christmas Morning Surprise" was completely different than writing "The Madness of Love." I noticed this stocking stuffer on Christmas Eve morning and banged this out in a couple hours. I've watched Bones since the beginning, mainly because whither goest David Boreanaz, there goest I (well, except for that weird Valentine movie, but I've heard I didn't exactly miss the greatest movie ever made). I also adore Hodgins and Angela together, but I haven't done anything in the fandom; in fact, I'd never read a Bones fanfic prior to this, and I made some big boo-boos, which is what I'll mention first.
I should have checked imdb.com for the correct spelling of characters' names. I honestly thought Zack was Zach and Hodgins was Hodges. Bad, bad, bad Meltha! I would have checked this much more closely had it not been due on that day. Still, I screwed up Montague in "The Madness of Love," so I hope I've learned humility when it comes to names this year. It would have been such an easy fix if I'd only checked it! I will say I've checked fanfic since then and I do see Zack regularly misspelled as Zach, so at least I'm not alone in this, but I can't help feeling like one of those BtVS fanficcers who spells Xander as Zander. Dope! Obviously, I've changed this in all other postings of the fic.
That done, I'll do a quick play-by-play on this.
Yes, Booth is depressed over the possibility of Santa being dead. However, he's also a little gloating that finally here's incontrovertible proof for Bones that not everything can be explained scientifically. Zack is dubious. Hodgins is just plain happy that he's in the middle of what might be the biggest cover-up in history. And Angela? Voice of reason, grossed out.
I tried to get a traditional review of the basic statistics of the case, everything just a little warped. Frankly, the whole fic is warped. With the exception of the witch episode (which gave me nightmares... I am such a wimp) they've kept firmly in the realm of reality, so, yeah, this is pretty cracktastic. However, maybe in part because my other fic was so depressing, I wanted this one to be on the wacky side. Consequently, we get polar bear fur (I really wanted to slip in a Lost joke there, but passed), ashes and soot, but no pipe because, hey kids, don't smoke!
I couldn't decide what the heck to call Temperence Brennan in this. Only Booth calls her Bones, and he doesn't do it all the time. It seemed weird to have the narrator call her Dr. Brennan, and Temperence is such a mouthful, so I wound up with Tempe. I'm still not sure I like that.
So, they all go out for eggnog and cookies, including Brennan, rational thinker that she is, who doesn't buy any of this but does, in fact, like cookies. Then I have the complete deus ex machina of Santa waking up. I seriously considered leaving him dead, but I couldn't do it: too mean. So it turns out Rudolph only killed him a leeettle bit, and everybody gets chocolate, even Tempe (I had to throw in the Odin reference because she'd probably avoid speaking the name of what everybody's thinking here), and we end with her usual inability to get pop culture with her reference to Charlie in the Box from Rudolph (who I always loved, and really, speaking of that special, can someone explain to me what the heck was wrong with the little dolly, because she didn't seem weird). And they live happily ever after. Well, as much as those guys do.
