So I just finished the X-Files movie.  So on the way home I'm looking in my rear-view with this Mulderish look on my face.  So sure I'm pretending [mostly unconciously] that I'm a Special Agent.  We all do sometimes.  Problems are - I'm not in an Infinity, I'm in a conspicuous porcupinish automobile.  But it is dark outside, so I check for signs of tails again in the mirror.  Bite my lip and reach to adjust my tie - but I don't have one - only the X-Files tshirt, somehow I managed to be the only one in the group geekish enough to wear one.  I stop and think that a lot of the pretending-to-be a secret agent stopped when I moved away from Raleigh; secret agents or special agents, what have you, always live in the city and always have an apartment unlike the actors who portray them.  In Raleigh I had that apartment near the city.  Here I live in a 3BR house by myself with a guy living in 1/3 of the basement... this doesn't quite fit the description of the man we're looking for.  The cat is a problem too... when's the last time you saw a Secret Agent with a cat.  OK a *good guy*.  I think I respect Mulder a lot for a number of reasons.  He's very dedicated to his work, so much so that he's given up any facet of a "normal life," as have I, but it doesn't bother either one of us.  Getting involved with your work and shunning human companionship doesn't show a weakness to socialize; it shows a strength to be satisfied with your own eartly duties. So with the soundtrack still pounding in my head I make the next turn and imagine I see a whirling disk in the vast field to my right.  There's no one else on the road this time of night and the bright lights cause me to lose control, careening off the road taking out a few fenceposts.  I inexplicably step out of the car into the waist high grass, my hair swept to one side, shined shoes lost in the tall seedlings, staring ahead at the flying disk that lay before me.  Of course it's not real and I'm actually on the road, heading up the driveway now.  On the way in the house I glance to the sky but am dissapointed to see just clouds.  I *know* they're out there; I didn't need a movie with FEMA to convince me of that.  Life would be too bland without the thought.