I don't think so...my X-files viewing was pretty casual not like my obsessive...um, devoted viewing of Buffy or Homicide.(And now I remember weird things like when Mulder and Scully said they were Rob and Laura Petrie to check out the thing in the condo complex. Or that weird guy that tried to take over Mulder's life.)

I wasn't obsessive about it - but the first few seasons were beautifully written and completely unique for the time in which the show premiered. So much going on with it, you know?

And Skinner doing CancerMan's dirty work to help Scully ... and the scene with the tighty whities ...

OK, Mulder in the speedo wasn't bad, but I'm Skinner's bitch.

Hey, do you hear me with Negative Word One about A.D. Walter? Nuh-UH.

I should watch again...I think it's a pity that the mythology got so twisted up and confusing, cause at least part of the time when you talk X-Files I picture me "Who and the how with huh?" Although strangely I do remember the tighty whities. I loved The Lone Gunmen.(not in a porn way)

The Lone Gunmen ruled.

KAY

Holland Manners looks like you could trust him with your life. Perfect lawyer face and that attitude they all spend years trying to have...he’s even doing that fingertips-pressed-together thing that bugs me when Ed does it.(Danvers hates what he calls my cop face, so we’re even, I guess.)
To look at him, you’d think “I should be as together as that guy is,” huh? But there’s a weakness around his mouth, and besides I wouldn’t even be here if the guy didn’t like kinky demon action...I hope he won’t be expecting me to work any mojo on him. Besides that stupid hair thing that is, but that’s a lot of guys. And a few girls, too.
“Katrina,” he says and pecks my cheek.(For people so into pain, they sure kiss a lot. Sheesh. It makes me uncomfortable, but in this one instance, I’m on secure ground.When I was in uniform, I worked on some raids of massage parlors.)

“Slave Manners,” I say, “you must desist.” And the whole time I’m thinking “desist”...is that right? But I keep going...”I never kiss my slaves. You are unworthy. I only kiss my...loved ones. Keeps something special.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, weaker than I would have believed possible. “Have I offended you? I’m yours to punish.” Here he is, with a desk bigger than my living room...probably flips out if somebody takes his racquetball court(although from the looks of the midsection, he’s missed a few games, huh? A guy like that...it’s the having that matters, not the using, though.) and he’s looking at me like I’m the mean teacher and he’s the eight-year-old with a messy book report. God, what a world...

I think for a few minutes. I really don’t know what to do, but this is about control, right? Thinking back to the academy, I say “Did I tell you to speak?”

“No, no, Mistress. But I have been very bad lately, and I wish to unburden myself.”

Why can’t these guys ever get new material? Katrina earns every dime, just from boredom. Christ.

Why can’t these guys ever get new material? Katrina earns every dime, just from boredom. Christ.

buhWAH!

Poor bored doms. Poor uncomfortable Kay. Poor dopey Holland.

Whenever I think about people like Angela Frandina, I always sort of picture a woman, maybe with a kid, doing her monthly bills...so at the same time as she's going "I'm six feet tall in a viking helmet.." she's also going "Carry the five...wow, that's cutting it close...Ooh, baby, say it like you mean it...maybe I can pick up a shift over the weekend."

there’s a weakness around his mouth

I love this, right here. What an eye your Kay has.