That’s what Scully says to Mulder when Mulder hands her a flask of yellow liquid that came from a laboratory full of caged monkeys, gives her one of his significant “no-doubt-it’s-evidence-of-extraterrestrial-life” looks, and asks her if she can figure out what it is. And in this case, it does turn out to be evidence of extraterrestrial life. This is the X-Files first season finale (“The Erlenmeyer Flask”), and one of the earliest examples of Scully, the skeptic, having no choice but to believe, because the evidence comes to her in the lab, through the practice of her own religion, namely, science.

I ♥ Scully.

So, I just noticed the weird, highly specific, wordy recommendation categories Netflix has created for me, based on my viewing and rating preferences. “Foreign Thrillers Featuring a Strong Female Lead.” “Critically Acclaimed Visually-Striking Dark Movies.” “Inspiring Fight-the-System Movies Based on Real Life.” “Mind-Bending Sci-Fi and Fantasy Based on a Book.” “Family-Friendly Talking Animal Animation.” (??) “Heartfelt Period Movies Based on Classic Literature.” “Classic Crime Movies from the 1970s.” This is all very helpful. The next time someone asks me what kind of movies I like, I intend to reel off this list. Except, I’m actually rather confused about a number of those categories, plus, why hasn’t Netflix figured out yet that I love a category that can be named with a single word: “Bollywood”? Or, where’s “TV Mystery Based on Close and Complicated Partner Relationships, Not Necessarily Romantic,” like Bones, the X-Files, Inspector Lewis? Etc.? That’s what I want recommendations for, please.

I’m pretty unimpressed that the cost of my Netflix service has risen sharply while the value remains the same, but I haven’t had time to figure out if there’s anything to be done about it. I think corporations must make a lot of money off of people who don’t have time to react to their crap. I know Bank of America is still making a lot of money off of me for that reason. (Here’s a link to my previous post about how much I hate Bank of America.) I’m moving forward with closing my account there, but it’s taking ages, simply because it requires time. I’m determined to be done with it by the end of the year. And then I will raise a glass in celebration, and never do business with them again.

Have I been a bit ranty on the blog lately? Hopefully not. I’ve been a bit ranty in real life. Ah well. I’m taking a brief vacation which will involve watching 8,000 gallons of boiling water shoot 150 feet into the air on a regular basis, and when I get back, either the cathartic experience of this sight will have helped me reach a place of peace within myself or I will predictably rant on at regular intervals, not unlike Old Faithful. Both options seem fine to me. :o)

I’ve set something nice up to post on Thursday, while I’m away. Also, I’ve been assured by The Powers That Be that I’ll be allowed to gives some news about Bitterblue very, very soon. (To be clear: that’s not what’s posting on Thursday.) I’m really sorry that it’s taking so long. I like to create momentum and tension in my books by revealing things slowly, but I don’t actually like to do that on my blog. It’s out of my control, but I expect to have the go-ahead soon.