Please, Chris Carter, I Beg Of You To Correct Your Sins
So a friend of mine just emailed me this (hope he doesn’t mind):
“You seem unusually not geeked out about the new X-Files movie on the weekend. Do you know something the rest of us don’t?”
Most people that I know these days don’t think that’s a weird thing, although they could possibly guess from the sonic screwdriver I carry in my purse most days. But he’s an over-5-year friend, and he remembers the fact that I have both a XF alien state and a Cigarette Smoking Man 12-inch signed by Chris Owens. Can I have my nerd card now?
More about the upcoming film, old episode spoilers, big-time plot speculation, and I actually criticize Gillian Anderson. Considering I have said for years that she’s the only woman I’d switch sides for without question, any day, anywhere, this is a strange development. (In related news, I hope my mom hasn’t found my blog yet) Oh, and very subtle references to the DW finale (what else do you expect?)
