(First of all, this keyboard fucking sucks. The keys are sticking. I'm in the Fishbowl, so you can draw your own conclusions.)
It's the 13th anniversary of the X-Files today. Decemberlady has an anniversary calendar
here, and apparently a poster at Haven has a nice essay up as well (but I can't read it, no longer apparently being a member of said board). I've been at my parents' house for the last couple of nights, sleeping on the floor under my old "I Want To Believe" poster on one wall and my season 8 calendar on the other. (Doggett is glowing.) I don't have any particularly Important Thoughts on today's date, since I didn't watch the pilot until after season two ended, but it might be fun to get the episode out again tonight if I still have it on tape somewhere :)
We're still in Michigan, going back to Colorado on Wednesday. Our parents are inane (his) and insane (mine). I'll post more when we get back to Cortez (and Darwin!)