Scully and Moulder: Life Revisited

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
There is nothing new under the sun.
-Ecclesiastes 1:9

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Before there was Supernatural, True Blood, Ghost Hunters, Monster Quest, Walking Dead, Being Human, iZombie, Fringe, Grimm or any number of television delicacies produced for viewers consumption, there was the show that started it all. The original supernatural cop show in which good looking people fought monsters, picked apart and gathered evidence on a variety of cases, largely delving into the unexplained. All the while each of them wrestling with their own set of personal demons, regarding their levels of skepticism and belief. FBI Agents Fox Moulder and Doctor Dana Scully made it cool to be a weirdo in the original X-Files, which first aired in 1993. Those of us who had grown up on Beetlejuice, Teen Wolf and Ghostbusters realised that all that is strange and unusual had finally reached Prime Time.

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Words cannot fully express the influence this show had on my media consumption. I was one of the original X-philes, watching every Sunday with religious fervor. My college dorm room was lined with X-files pin-ups, with both Duchovny and Anderson equal rivals for wall space. I wanted to BE them, more so than I admired them. One running joke in my Improv class whenever we played “Props” was if someone had run out of ideas, inevitably one of us would throw the prop into the air, regardless of what it was, point to it and say “Look Scully! A UFO!” I was hooked. I had it bad.

The will-they-or-won’t-they relationship shared by the two main characters only added to the appeal. Moulder, having suffered the childhood trauma of what he believed to be the alien abduction of his younger sister, carries with him all the angst and fervor of one with something to prove. Enter Dana Scully, the sceptic put in place by the FBI to disprove her partner’s work. Like two sides to a coin, they worked together, him bringing the emotion and passion while she offered a level-headed response. Though one of the most compelling through lines was that while Agent Scully liked to scoff at the idea of aliens and monsters, she often showed a more malleable side when it came to the miraculous. Her Catholic faith made appearances throughout the show and when it did the script became flipped. She was the one trying to convince the Agnostic Moulder of the possibility of miracles. I always enjoyed this dynamic as it showcased the depths of each of their characters. But perhaps most of all was the mutual respect the characters showed for each other. Sure there were those who hung on for a budding romance, but all of that was overshadowed by the way they acted like equals, like peers. Find me another show which successfully pulls this off.

We are now two episodes into the reboot of the X-files. I have read reviews which state that the first two are slow, that the season does not gain footing until the third episode. I do not know what reviewers thought the X-Files were. Where they saw slow, I saw growing tension and huge moments of awesome. The X-Files were never about the Monsters and Conspiracies for me. Instead, these elements simply gave a colorful backdrop to the shifting sands of Moulder and Scully’s relationship. This is the kind of program which is written in such a way that when things go quiet it is time to sit up and take notice. I will say that so far the show is perfection. It is not a rehash of the same dynamics. Instead, we as the viewers get to see the evolution of each of their personalities, stepping back into their lives like reconnecting with an old friend. Time has passed for Moulder and Scully, as it has for us viewers. The world has changed. We have changed. Moulder now has the life of what seems to be a paranoid recluse still plugging away at breaking through to find the truth. Scully works as a surgeon at a Catholic hospital, helping children born with deformities. The performances remained flawless. With a glance they could communicate every nuance, instantly bringing the audience up to speed to the state of their relationship.

Everything we love about the show is present, the snarky banter, the dubious evidence, the hints of a larger overarching conspiracy. Moving forward in time, gives us a wiser more subdued Scully and a more wild-eyed Moulder, glancing over his shoulder. He is perhaps out-paranoided by guest star Joel McHale, who plays an online host to conspiracy theorists. His presence is an obvious reach to bring in younger viewers to the show, albeit perhaps a successful one. I cannot help but want Agent Moulder to look him over and say something like “Paranoid? Ha! I could teach you a thing or two,” while Scully gives them both the silent sardonic green-eyed stare.

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I look forward to the rest of the mini-series though I would easily watch these two if they ran a Paranormal Cozy mystery series out of their nursing home. For the duration of the remaining episodes, I shall be floating on a triangle shaped cloud that I once more live in a world in which the X-Files is on television.

The truth IS out there, yall.

The One About David Bowie

I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

Ah, yesterday the King of the Misfits’ returned to the stars.

Today I have regained the ability to form sentences to some degree. Grief sometimes makes no sense. We were not friends. My daily routine is not affected in any way by the loss of this icon. My husband is still here. My children are still here. I am in relative health. So it would make sense that my seven-year-old son should ask me why I am crying.

“There is nothing upsetting happening right now…” he claims with some puzzlement.

You are right. It’s just a reminder. That is all.

A reminder that sometimes a person can be touched by a moment, something that can change a person, get in deep and under the skin, becoming part of who you are from that day forward. Art in many forms can transfer that meaning between people who have never met, and who never will. It is for such a moment that I want to remember you by, Mr. Jones.

I remember sitting in my high school bedroom, listening to the borrowed vinyl “Space Oddity” being mesmerized by the sadness of the lyrics as if he were speaking directly to me. Just coming out of the super saccharine sugary lyrics of 80’s pop radio, and not yet cresting the cultural horizon into the 90’s grunge scene, I began to realize that there is sadness, there is heartache, there is that strange weakness within us to sometimes want to take that step from the safety of one’s tin can, to float in a most peculiar way. And that sometimes feeling that way was okay…  

But that is not the moment.

There are people in the world who seem to be born to performance, who hold within them a spark, a light which draws to them the eyes of every person in the room. Call it charisma, charm, beauty, inner light. Whatever it was you had it. Through the course of your career you embodied the ageless, the magical, as you did playing the iconic Goblin King in the movie Labyrinth.

For anyone living under a rock since 1986, “Labyrinth” is a magical tale of a young girl who accidentally wishes away her baby brother to the realm of the Goblin King. He appears and commands her that she must solve the imposing maze to save her brother, or the baby will become one of his goblins forever.

But the Evil King was no monster. Your performance of Jareth embodied everything that could tempt a young girl into turning away from her task at hand. You were beautiful, brimming with power, magic, glamour, pretty boubles, sparkling enchantments, the promise of castles, dresses, eternal devotion. And then…

And then…

You became defeated by an ordinary girl.

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This was a benchmark moment for all of us ordinary girls watching, when Sara uttered those now famous words, “You have no power over me!”

It made a difference that you were so dynamic, so magical, so charismatic, so powerful, so strong…

But Sara was stronger. And becouse of that moment we all became stronger. And the defeat in your eyes as she spoke those words, breaking the spell. We knew it was true.

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If Jareth had been played by any other actor it just would not have worked. Anyone else would have come across as just a man wearing eyeliner and a wig, but you, sir. You stepped into it, as you did with every character making it fully realized. You brought with it every nuance and beat, the bricks which build a performance. You never hesitated.

You became the Goblin King. Larger than life.

And for that I thank you… Rest well, Starman. Until we meet again.

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What have I been up to?

Quite a lot.

Though one would not know it by the state of my humble little blog. And so, dear reader, I will update you today, allowing you into the inner circle that is the three ring circus of my life.

Some time ago, over a year, I can’t recall the actual date, I said to my husband, “I want to make a living as a writer. I’m not talking about J.K. Rowling status, just putting words in a row and people giving me money for it. That’s how I want to make an income.”

And so it has come to pass. To make a little bit of extra cheese, I had already picked up a few gigs on elance.com. This site has since been bought out by Odesk and is experiencing some growing pains in the process. Before the switch, I played the numbers game and lined up the gigs I needed to make some decent pocket change, enough so that I could finally quit my day job.

I have read a thousand articles on how to “make a living as a writer”, and I’m starting to get the impression that many writers just use their time to write books on how to become a writer. I considered this. Really, I did. In all honesty, I felt as if it were cheating the system. “Ask me how to make money!!” Okay, how do I make money? “Buy this kit to find out!” *Buys kit* “Sell this kit to people to make money!!” That kind of thing. Cheating. I wanted to compose stories. So I became a ghostwriter.

This topic alone could comprise of many blog posts on its own. But truth be told, the very nature of ghostwriting includes not being able to talk about it. Not even a little bit. I’ve probably already said too much.

In other news, I completed the first draft of my current work-in-progress. To much joy and adulation, this is something I CAN talk about. I don’t want to give away too much plot of course, but it involves a teenage girl trying to survive in the zombie apocalypse. Here is a character teaser I created for it. promo poster

Pretty cool, huh?

In other news, I have created an official Facebook author’s page which can be seen here.

I built it for two reasons. One, it makes a huge difference to see one’s smiling face with the word “author” next to it inasmuch as having something to get one’s butt in gear. Knowing that the entire world wide web has access to it is a great motivator. Let me tell ya! Two, I plan on finishing this thing and I need an author’s page.

It did not make sense to me, but everything I have read says to build up your online presence BEFORE publishing. My initial thoughts were, how on earth can one create an author presence if one has not yet been published? But doing things “my way” has worked out so well, I decided to go ahead and take the plunge, following the advice of the many articles pointing me down the path to imminent success. (tic)

There is an old saying, “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.” This has turned out to be true on so many levels. Another resource I stumbled across in my effort to learn everything is the “Fiction Writing” group on Facebook. It is said that in order to succeed one must have a mentor. This group has become that for me in many ways. Everyone is very nearly as goofy as I am and the wealth of knowledge amassed there is invaluable. I can honestly say, I would not be anywhere close to where I am now if not for this group.

And yet, another opportunity arises as well. In addition to all of the above, an old friend of mine is part of the team beginning and independent publishing platform called Eurus. It does not have an online presence as of yet, but I am sensing great and promising things from this group of people.

So much for “just a quick blurb on my blog”. At least, this can be my little corner of the internet where I can rant about life, the universe, and everything as I see fit. Feel free to follow my author site on Facebook. Stay tuned for more to come.

Happy writing, everyone!