I have a dear friend who, from the very first episode, was addicted to the X-Files. For years I’ve heard her raving about that show. I finally decided to get my old Netflix in gear and order the first X-Files movie.
Darlene had told me, of course, the general idea of the X-Files being a fight against horrible extraterrestrials who want to take over the Earth. “How bad can that be?” I thought, forgetting that I still get the willies thinking about that old sci-fi movie I saw in the 1950s. Them, it was called. Shiver, shiver!
I took a break from editing about 5:00 yesterday, walked to the mailbox, and pulled out a familiar red envelope. I cranked up the old computer on which I watch my Netflix movies. I made it until about 5:25, when Scully was poking at a gelatinous corpse. Hit the stop button, ejected the DVD, called Darlene, and said, “How on earth did you talk me into watching an X-Files movie?”
“How far did you get?”
I told her.
“I’m surprised you made it that far. It’s a good thing it’s still light outside!”
Even as we spoke, I slid the stupid DVD back in its little red envelope, and decided to cancel the 2nd X-Files movie, which I was dumb enough to have put on my Netflix queue.
I own very few DVDs, but I just happen to have a copy of Pride and Prejudice. The book has always been a favorite of mine, and even though the movie simplified the story a great deal, I found out last night that P & P is a great antidote to X.
Now I’m going to have to pull out my print copy of P&P and read it again, for the umpteenth time.
Beats X any day.
Bees are lucky. They don’t ever have to worry about such stuff.
BEEattitude for Day # 387:
Blessed are those who use their imagination rather than letting their imagination use them, for they shall sleep peacefully.
