I have discovered that there is a television channel here that screens X-Files all night on Monday nights from 11:00 until, like 6:00 in the morning, which is pretty much a really great invention. They are also just screening random episodes in what appears to be no particular order, so it’s like X-Files surprise grab bag night. You may ask yourself why I, owner of every single episode of X-Files on a collection of 62, likely bootlegged, DVDs (thank you, Ebay) that I carted across the continent with me, needs X-Files grab bag night because I can watch any episode any time I want. Well, I say to you, shut up. If they are screening X-Files, I will watch it, because every episode of X-Files is an important cultural event. Even the one I am watching right now, which happens to be the one with all those orthodox Jews and that zombie thing, and features Scully in her frump/shoulder pad period. An important cultural event, I tell you.
Maybe I should go to bed.
EDIT: It is not actually 3:18 in the morning, as the time stamp at the bottom of this post would have you believe – it is only 12:18 here, which makes me about 50% less lame than if it was past 3:00 in the morning and I was still up watching X-Files. I could have just changed the time zone setting on my blog, but instead decided that writing this disclaimer would be better for really no reason at all, as I will now proceed to forget about fixing the time zone setting and all of my posts will have the wrong time stamp on them and people will think that I am a vampire or similar being that only comes out at night.
Uh, my time stamps have never been right, and I have lived in the same place since like 1984. I guess I’m stupid.
Watching X-Files on TV is special the way it’s special when your favourite song comes on the radio — sure, you could have listened to your ipod, but the fact that it’s on the air means other people might be listening and thus becoming cooler.
Exactly.
Oh, and I somehow ended up in fancy-pants-rich-people-land this morning (ie: Rodeo Drive) and there was an Elvis Perkins song playing in a store that I went in! So it was basically like watching X-Files on TV. Only with Elvis Perkins. On Rodeo Drive. Weird.