Postmortem: The dissection of Scully.
My first ever memory of The X-Files will never leave the haunted catacombs of my childhood psyche. It was the mid-1990s and I was sharing a bedroom with my two brothers. Every night we'd be put to bed and gently coerced into going to sleep without a fuss. We were scaredy-cats so our bedroom door was always left open... unless we misbehaved, that is. If we misbehaved when we were supposed to be going to sleep - the punishment was having our bedroom door closed. Somehow this di
2020, here I come!
I've never really focused on new year's resolutions, they always seemed like a bit of a cop-out for those who didn't try hard enough to reach their goals throughout the year. Well, towards the end of 2019 I found myself struggling to maintain my minimum requirements for functionality, fulfilment and happiness. It happens. And for some reason or another, I was continually counting down until the end of the year... "just 3 more weeks, just 2 more weeks, just one... hang in ther