I can't remember her name, but she'd show up whenever someone badmouthed Mulder, generally in the "Why the hell did he go in there when he KNEW it was a trap!" way. And she'd bitch about why we never complained about Scully.

Of course, I stopped hanging out there before the whole pregnancy/"I must have a baby"/"I must give up this baby" thing. Or I'd have had a whole lot to say about Scully.

Oh! I remember that.

They were indeed good times.

I feel old.

I feel old.

We'll always have DVDs.

I'm so glad my only X-Files fandom experiences involved vids and my massive GA picture collection.

Err. And dressing as Scully for a con.

Ooh! Ooh! And can I go into not-specifically-psychotic, but clearly out of their heads, people who thought the FBI had an annual ball? And that Mulder and Scully had to attend, however reluctantly?

IIRC, a number of these were... songfics.

I liked the Christmas party/dance stories. A lot of them were hysterically funny. And meant to be.

The hell of it was, there were so many. I mean, one or two random balls, okay, that's no weirder than neon raves, but there were like, hundreds! Every shipper worth her salt was writing one!

I mean, for crying out loud. I can only think of one romance that involved falling down in purple goo, something that textually happened on the show, and that was slash anyway.

I liked Scully, still do, more without the baby stuff Connie mentions.

Doggett could have carried that show if they'd given him the chance.

I liked Doggett. I thought he was quite nummy, and not a bad actor.