The Truth is Out There... A Little To The Left. Stop. Go Back. Near The Kettle.

So I have the first four seasons of The X-Files, thanks to JB HiFi and their nice cheap bin scab DVD sales.

I'm about two or three episodes into the third season. Fave episodes so far would have to be "Blood" - Hallucinogens in the populace and hidden electronic triggers.

KILL.
KILL 'EM.
KILL 'EM ALL.

Or something.

Anyways it's all good and I'll probably buy the other seasons too. I know people think it started to suck after season 3 or season 1 or whatever, but I like it and it was a series that started when I started high school and also co-incided with my first usage of the internet. I used to hang on alt.tv.x-files and I just remembered something and googled it. I present Agent Pat Gonzales Dossier on the X-Files and I remember trying to download this in its original incarnation (one massive html doc with GIF screen captures) and being defeated by Netscape v1.0 (pulsating blue 'N' flayva) when it couldn't fit the whole HTML file on one floppy. So it's one of those things I remember in a variety of circumstances. I remember watching X-Files in the Palmer Dormitory at school, I remember watching it at home on the holidays and the pain in the arse when the Anasazi end-of-season-two cliff hanger occurred. I remember lining up for ages to meet Gillian Anderson at Westfield in 1995. I remember reading some X-Files graphic novels somewhere once.

And these act as launching points for remembering other sequences of memories.

It sounds kind of sad, I guess. If you know, you're like, too cool to have been into the X-Files, but it's true.