I take a day off work to hang around at home while two guys from Affordable Plumbing rework all the plumbing in the house. They finish around 1 and I sit down at the dining room table with one of them to settle the bill. While he's writing it up I idly scan the tv listings in the newspaper lying on the table and discover that the Sci-Fi channel is having an all-day X-Files marathon.
I will not spend the rest of the day in front of the tv. I will not.
Ok, I watch one episode while I eat lunch. It helps that it's one of the Scully-only episodes, when David Duchovny was sulking or something. Somehow those episodes always seem to revolve around Scully's emotional life and are considerably less interesting to us insensitive males than the ones that involve aliens and conspiracies, monsters, or scientific projects Gone Horribly Wrong.
However, it does not help that this is the first of a two-part episode. So the tv is off, but the vcr is not.
Only on The X-Files does a family eat Christmas dinner in brooding semi-darkness. And I had forgotten how obnoxious Scully's brother is.
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