{"id":3807,"date":"2008-07-24T23:53:05","date_gmt":"2008-07-25T03:53:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lia.bulaong.com\/wp\/?p=3807"},"modified":"2008-07-24T23:53:05","modified_gmt":"2008-07-25T03:53:05","slug":"why_i_heart_scully","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lia.bulaong.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/why_i_heart_scully\/","title":{"rendered":"why i heart scully"},"content":{"rendered":"

Many thanks to Salon’s Rebecca Traister who wrote this great ode to Dana Scully<\/a>, saving me the trouble of doing it myself:<\/p>\n

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Scully was a leading lady to fall for, a smart-girl icon who was (and would still be, alas) a rare television bird: professional, independent, unsentimental. She liked boys’ things: Her favorite movie was “The Exorcist,” her favorite book the phallic classic “Moby-Dick”; her nickname from her father was Starbuck; she wrote her thesis on Einstein’s twin paradox. She was the opposite of squeamish. In possibly the best “X-Files” episode of all time, the vampire farce “Bad Blood,” there is an ur-Scully scene: She is doing an autopsy after a long day of chasing the undead through a small Texas town. Annoyed, she sighingly hoists the departed’s heart, lung and intestines onto the scale, reading their weights into a tape recorder. Then she opens up the victim’s stomach and starts poking around with her scalpel to determine his last meal. “Pizza, topped with pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms.” Here she pauses, looks up briefly from the bloody innards. “Mushrooms. That sounds good.” She orders a pizza.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The new X-Files movie opens this Friday\u2014I’m terribly excited to see it, despite the stupid subtitle (“I Want to Believe”). If you’re a) in the city and b) not creepy, ping if you’d like to come with. Oh, and because it really is great, here’s a clip of that autopsy:
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