I was, and am, a HUGE X-File fan, an X-Phile, as we are sometimes known. Just the other day, I saw that I could buy entire seasons for 19.99. Considering that some tv shows are 85 bux a season [Hello Torchwood, you’re devilishly good, but alas, also a BBC import] seeing X-Files for 19.99 BLEW MY MIND. I had to carefully do a little research first to decide which seasons were absolute MUSTS and would be the first on my list. I finally settled on seasons 5 and 7, with seasons 4 and 6 the next in line to be purchased [prolly next week. – it may seem weird to space my purchases a week apart but it makes me feel less like I’m hemmorhaging money and more like I’m being responsible and weighing my purchases. So sue me].
I settled down in my bed tonight to watch an epi.
I knew it was a good show, but honestly, I had forgotten just how good the writing could be!
I haven’t seen the new movie yet. I used to have a friend who was as much of a fan as me and every Sunday night, we would gather at her place and get hamburgers from out and excitedly hunker down on her floor [she didn’t have alot of furniture] and watch new eps, but sadly we lost touch. I’ve tried to find her on facebook, but no luck. And no one else I know is as into it as I am. So I haven’t gotten around to going to the movie yet. I’ll either take myself some saturday afternoon, or wait until it comes out on DVD and curl up with some munchies and watch it late at night, in the dark [as it is always best to do with the X-Files].
When I see the current crap that is on tv [yes, I address you, reality tv shows] it makes me sad. Sigh.