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Happy Birthday Mulder
Oct. 13th, 2009 09:12 pmSomehow I think October 13 will always be Mulder's birthday to me. You never forget your first fandom. Who knew that fateful week in 8th grade when I decided to start watching the X-Files, what a strange trip I was embarking on. Though, if it wasn't that I'm sure I would have been hooked in short order by one of the fandoms which followed.
Happy Birthday Mulder
Oct. 13th, 2009 09:12 pmSomehow I think October 13 will always be Mulder's birthday to me. You never forget your first fandom. Who knew that fateful week in 8th grade when I decided to start watching the X-Files, what a strange trip I was embarking on. Though, if it wasn't that I'm sure I would have been hooked in short order by one of the fandoms which followed.
So I've been wanting to do a post on The X-files and the movie and my late middle school and high school years, but I'm not quite sure how to word it.
As most people probably know, or could easily find out, the x-files premiered in 1993. At the time I was in fourth grade. A confirmed book worm, at the time I was reading everything I could get my hands on about para-normal phenomenon. Fictional stories about ghosts, possessions, and psychics as well as everything in the 000's of the library (yes I was and am dorky enough to memorize portions of the Dewey Decimal System). I saw the commercials and knew I would be interested but somehow got the idea that I was too young and it would be too scary so I didn't.
Flash forward four years. the show still nudged at the edge of my consciousness and I decided that I was going to become at fan. Yes, decided is the correct word. I brought a notebook and flash cards with me to lunch one week and tested all of my friends for psychic ability to commemorate my transition to fan of the show. That Sunday I watched for the first time. As I knew I would be, I was hooked, obsessed. I shared the obsession with my friend Becky. We watched every week, taped old episodes to catch up, discussed endlessly, walked around our respective neighborhoods after dark looking for UFOs, and possibly most importantly started signing our notes to each other as the characters. She was S.A.F.W.M, Ph.D. (Special Agent Fox William Mulder, Ph.D.) and I was S.A.D.K.S, Md. (Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, Md.)
Then I got the internet. And discovered usenet. And fanfiction. Of course I was pathologically shy, so I lurked, still do, but I read everything. During the summer I was only allowed to stay home with nothing to do for about two weeks, but those two weeks were spent up stairs in my father's study eating ice and reading through gossamer alphabetically. The whole time I strained to hear if anyone was coming because I was a good three years from the NC17 cut off date. At first, I remember avoiding all those fics, sure that the world would cave in somehow if I clicked. I was, of course, a very good girl. Then I accidentally hit one and the next page asked if I was over 17. Truthfully, I answered no, but it linked me through to the story anyway (clearly a difficulty in web design). The world didn't end. No big cavern opened an sucked me down. So I read. And read. And read. By the time I was actually 17 smut, PWP, and the rest were old hat.
Becky changed schools after eight grade, so I no longer had anyone to really discuss the show with. At some point, Kathy, the only person more obsessed than I was, handed me dossiers she had written up on each of the characters, asking for corrections. I changed Scully's eye color which lead to years of yelling “they're blue!” “they're green!” back and forth along the hallways of East High School. To which all I have to say is “They're blue!” On my own I continued to delight in the fact that my middle name was Kathryn and to compulsively wear the gold cross I got for my confirmation. Wow was I mad when I didn't get to go on the health class field trip to the morgue (or was it a biology field trip). People got to hold organs!
My senior year I started to lose interest. Mulder was gone, Scully cried all the time, and I had all sorts of other things to pay attention to. By the ninth season, my freshman year of college, I let the show play in background while I did other things. I couldn't tell you anything that happened that season, but the “damage” was done. I was majoring in Chemistry because science was everything, and Anthropology because forensic anthropology doesn't require four years of med-school focusing on the live people to be able to play with the dead people.
Well I haven't even gotten to my thoughts on the movie, but I will leave you with a link (not about the movie) to which all I can say is yes, just yes.
As most people probably know, or could easily find out, the x-files premiered in 1993. At the time I was in fourth grade. A confirmed book worm, at the time I was reading everything I could get my hands on about para-normal phenomenon. Fictional stories about ghosts, possessions, and psychics as well as everything in the 000's of the library (yes I was and am dorky enough to memorize portions of the Dewey Decimal System). I saw the commercials and knew I would be interested but somehow got the idea that I was too young and it would be too scary so I didn't.
Flash forward four years. the show still nudged at the edge of my consciousness and I decided that I was going to become at fan. Yes, decided is the correct word. I brought a notebook and flash cards with me to lunch one week and tested all of my friends for psychic ability to commemorate my transition to fan of the show. That Sunday I watched for the first time. As I knew I would be, I was hooked, obsessed. I shared the obsession with my friend Becky. We watched every week, taped old episodes to catch up, discussed endlessly, walked around our respective neighborhoods after dark looking for UFOs, and possibly most importantly started signing our notes to each other as the characters. She was S.A.F.W.M, Ph.D. (Special Agent Fox William Mulder, Ph.D.) and I was S.A.D.K.S, Md. (Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, Md.)
Then I got the internet. And discovered usenet. And fanfiction. Of course I was pathologically shy, so I lurked, still do, but I read everything. During the summer I was only allowed to stay home with nothing to do for about two weeks, but those two weeks were spent up stairs in my father's study eating ice and reading through gossamer alphabetically. The whole time I strained to hear if anyone was coming because I was a good three years from the NC17 cut off date. At first, I remember avoiding all those fics, sure that the world would cave in somehow if I clicked. I was, of course, a very good girl. Then I accidentally hit one and the next page asked if I was over 17. Truthfully, I answered no, but it linked me through to the story anyway (clearly a difficulty in web design). The world didn't end. No big cavern opened an sucked me down. So I read. And read. And read. By the time I was actually 17 smut, PWP, and the rest were old hat.
Becky changed schools after eight grade, so I no longer had anyone to really discuss the show with. At some point, Kathy, the only person more obsessed than I was, handed me dossiers she had written up on each of the characters, asking for corrections. I changed Scully's eye color which lead to years of yelling “they're blue!” “they're green!” back and forth along the hallways of East High School. To which all I have to say is “They're blue!” On my own I continued to delight in the fact that my middle name was Kathryn and to compulsively wear the gold cross I got for my confirmation. Wow was I mad when I didn't get to go on the health class field trip to the morgue (or was it a biology field trip). People got to hold organs!
My senior year I started to lose interest. Mulder was gone, Scully cried all the time, and I had all sorts of other things to pay attention to. By the ninth season, my freshman year of college, I let the show play in background while I did other things. I couldn't tell you anything that happened that season, but the “damage” was done. I was majoring in Chemistry because science was everything, and Anthropology because forensic anthropology doesn't require four years of med-school focusing on the live people to be able to play with the dead people.
Well I haven't even gotten to my thoughts on the movie, but I will leave you with a link (not about the movie) to which all I can say is yes, just yes.
So I've been wanting to do a post on The X-files and the movie and my late middle school and high school years, but I'm not quite sure how to word it.
As most people probably know, or could easily find out, the x-files premiered in 1993. At the time I was in fourth grade. A confirmed book worm, at the time I was reading everything I could get my hands on about para-normal phenomenon. Fictional stories about ghosts, possessions, and psychics as well as everything in the 000's of the library (yes I was and am dorky enough to memorize portions of the Dewey Decimal System). I saw the commercials and knew I would be interested but somehow got the idea that I was too young and it would be too scary so I didn't.
Flash forward four years. the show still nudged at the edge of my consciousness and I decided that I was going to become at fan. Yes, decided is the correct word. I brought a notebook and flash cards with me to lunch one week and tested all of my friends for psychic ability to commemorate my transition to fan of the show. That Sunday I watched for the first time. As I knew I would be, I was hooked, obsessed. I shared the obsession with my friend Becky. We watched every week, taped old episodes to catch up, discussed endlessly, walked around our respective neighborhoods after dark looking for UFOs, and possibly most importantly started signing our notes to each other as the characters. She was S.A.F.W.M, Ph.D. (Special Agent Fox William Mulder, Ph.D.) and I was S.A.D.K.S, Md. (Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, Md.)
Then I got the internet. And discovered usenet. And fanfiction. Of course I was pathologically shy, so I lurked, still do, but I read everything. During the summer I was only allowed to stay home with nothing to do for about two weeks, but those two weeks were spent up stairs in my father's study eating ice and reading through gossamer alphabetically. The whole time I strained to hear if anyone was coming because I was a good three years from the NC17 cut off date. At first, I remember avoiding all those fics, sure that the world would cave in somehow if I clicked. I was, of course, a very good girl. Then I accidentally hit one and the next page asked if I was over 17. Truthfully, I answered no, but it linked me through to the story anyway (clearly a difficulty in web design). The world didn't end. No big cavern opened an sucked me down. So I read. And read. And read. By the time I was actually 17 smut, PWP, and the rest were old hat.
Becky changed schools after eight grade, so I no longer had anyone to really discuss the show with. At some point, Kathy, the only person more obsessed than I was, handed me dossiers she had written up on each of the characters, asking for corrections. I changed Scully's eye color which lead to years of yelling “they're blue!” “they're green!” back and forth along the hallways of East High School. To which all I have to say is “They're blue!” On my own I continued to delight in the fact that my middle name was Kathryn and to compulsively wear the gold cross I got for my confirmation. Wow was I mad when I didn't get to go on the health class field trip to the morgue (or was it a biology field trip). People got to hold organs!
My senior year I started to lose interest. Mulder was gone, Scully cried all the time, and I had all sorts of other things to pay attention to. By the ninth season, my freshman year of college, I let the show play in background while I did other things. I couldn't tell you anything that happened that season, but the “damage” was done. I was majoring in Chemistry because science was everything, and Anthropology because forensic anthropology doesn't require four years of med-school focusing on the live people to be able to play with the dead people.
Well I haven't even gotten to my thoughts on the movie, but I will leave you with a link (not about the movie) to which all I can say is yes, just yes.
As most people probably know, or could easily find out, the x-files premiered in 1993. At the time I was in fourth grade. A confirmed book worm, at the time I was reading everything I could get my hands on about para-normal phenomenon. Fictional stories about ghosts, possessions, and psychics as well as everything in the 000's of the library (yes I was and am dorky enough to memorize portions of the Dewey Decimal System). I saw the commercials and knew I would be interested but somehow got the idea that I was too young and it would be too scary so I didn't.
Flash forward four years. the show still nudged at the edge of my consciousness and I decided that I was going to become at fan. Yes, decided is the correct word. I brought a notebook and flash cards with me to lunch one week and tested all of my friends for psychic ability to commemorate my transition to fan of the show. That Sunday I watched for the first time. As I knew I would be, I was hooked, obsessed. I shared the obsession with my friend Becky. We watched every week, taped old episodes to catch up, discussed endlessly, walked around our respective neighborhoods after dark looking for UFOs, and possibly most importantly started signing our notes to each other as the characters. She was S.A.F.W.M, Ph.D. (Special Agent Fox William Mulder, Ph.D.) and I was S.A.D.K.S, Md. (Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, Md.)
Then I got the internet. And discovered usenet. And fanfiction. Of course I was pathologically shy, so I lurked, still do, but I read everything. During the summer I was only allowed to stay home with nothing to do for about two weeks, but those two weeks were spent up stairs in my father's study eating ice and reading through gossamer alphabetically. The whole time I strained to hear if anyone was coming because I was a good three years from the NC17 cut off date. At first, I remember avoiding all those fics, sure that the world would cave in somehow if I clicked. I was, of course, a very good girl. Then I accidentally hit one and the next page asked if I was over 17. Truthfully, I answered no, but it linked me through to the story anyway (clearly a difficulty in web design). The world didn't end. No big cavern opened an sucked me down. So I read. And read. And read. By the time I was actually 17 smut, PWP, and the rest were old hat.
Becky changed schools after eight grade, so I no longer had anyone to really discuss the show with. At some point, Kathy, the only person more obsessed than I was, handed me dossiers she had written up on each of the characters, asking for corrections. I changed Scully's eye color which lead to years of yelling “they're blue!” “they're green!” back and forth along the hallways of East High School. To which all I have to say is “They're blue!” On my own I continued to delight in the fact that my middle name was Kathryn and to compulsively wear the gold cross I got for my confirmation. Wow was I mad when I didn't get to go on the health class field trip to the morgue (or was it a biology field trip). People got to hold organs!
My senior year I started to lose interest. Mulder was gone, Scully cried all the time, and I had all sorts of other things to pay attention to. By the ninth season, my freshman year of college, I let the show play in background while I did other things. I couldn't tell you anything that happened that season, but the “damage” was done. I was majoring in Chemistry because science was everything, and Anthropology because forensic anthropology doesn't require four years of med-school focusing on the live people to be able to play with the dead people.
Well I haven't even gotten to my thoughts on the movie, but I will leave you with a link (not about the movie) to which all I can say is yes, just yes.
Sqeeeeeeeeeeee!
Jul. 25th, 2008 10:25 amHappy X-files premier day!!! I don't think I've been this excited about a movie in forever. Oh, the days when I used to count down to Sunday.
Anyway, off to see the movie.
Anyway, off to see the movie.
Sqeeeeeeeeeeee!
Jul. 25th, 2008 10:25 amHappy X-files premier day!!! I don't think I've been this excited about a movie in forever. Oh, the days when I used to count down to Sunday.
Anyway, off to see the movie.
Anyway, off to see the movie.
There is a possibility that this 10-day will turn into an 11-day because the client wants the crew chiefs to go to some super special driver training program, which will leave the rest of us without a car to return to New Orleans with. That had better not happen as I pack for a 10-day and do not have enough underware or socks for an 11-day. Also we are losing yet another crew member, so as of next 10-day (or is it the 10-day after?) I will be on a crew of two. I hope they're not expecting us to get too much work done because it's just not going to happen.
I'm getting excited for the new x-files movie coming out this summer. It's funny. I haven't been particularly fannish about the show since it went off the air. I've caught an episode here or there on tv and purchase three of the seasons when I found them cheap. But mostly I forgot about it, despite the fact that it was my very first fandom. Since I stumbled across some of the leaked pictures I've been re-watching the episodes I have (seasons 2, 3, and 7) and re-visiting some old favorite sites. Sites I hadn't been to in eight years or so. Anyway, all this is to say that I'm now super excited.
I'm getting excited for the new x-files movie coming out this summer. It's funny. I haven't been particularly fannish about the show since it went off the air. I've caught an episode here or there on tv and purchase three of the seasons when I found them cheap. But mostly I forgot about it, despite the fact that it was my very first fandom. Since I stumbled across some of the leaked pictures I've been re-watching the episodes I have (seasons 2, 3, and 7) and re-visiting some old favorite sites. Sites I hadn't been to in eight years or so. Anyway, all this is to say that I'm now super excited.
There is a possibility that this 10-day will turn into an 11-day because the client wants the crew chiefs to go to some super special driver training program, which will leave the rest of us without a car to return to New Orleans with. That had better not happen as I pack for a 10-day and do not have enough underware or socks for an 11-day. Also we are losing yet another crew member, so as of next 10-day (or is it the 10-day after?) I will be on a crew of two. I hope they're not expecting us to get too much work done because it's just not going to happen.
I'm getting excited for the new x-files movie coming out this summer. It's funny. I haven't been particularly fannish about the show since it went off the air. I've caught an episode here or there on tv and purchase three of the seasons when I found them cheap. But mostly I forgot about it, despite the fact that it was my very first fandom. Since I stumbled across some of the leaked pictures I've been re-watching the episodes I have (seasons 2, 3, and 7) and re-visiting some old favorite sites. Sites I hadn't been to in eight years or so. Anyway, all this is to say that I'm now super excited.
I'm getting excited for the new x-files movie coming out this summer. It's funny. I haven't been particularly fannish about the show since it went off the air. I've caught an episode here or there on tv and purchase three of the seasons when I found them cheap. But mostly I forgot about it, despite the fact that it was my very first fandom. Since I stumbled across some of the leaked pictures I've been re-watching the episodes I have (seasons 2, 3, and 7) and re-visiting some old favorite sites. Sites I hadn't been to in eight years or so. Anyway, all this is to say that I'm now super excited.
