In anticipation of this summer’s new X-Files movie1, I’ve been revisiting the show on DVD.
Let’s just say that I don’t think season 1 aged very well. Oh, those 90s clothes and haircuts. I just can’t get over the horror of them.
Anyway, I think I’m going to start getting more selective, and watch either the mythology arc with all the “Monster of the Week” episodes trimmed out, or do it the other way around.
Terrific new promo spot for the Discovery Channel:
Granted, I think many Discovery Channel programs tend to have too high a ratio of production value (flashy graphics and melodramatic narration) vs actual content (you know, science), but this commercial still gets me all tingly and makes me feel good to be a wonder junkie.
(Adding, I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day.)
Apparently there are people whose entire job is to literally squeeze the poop out of baby chicks, and somehow determine the sex of the chick by doing so.
Did you know that? I sure didn’t.
I am in constant awe at the amount of crazy shit that I still don’t know about this world.
It struck me just now, out of absolute nowhere, that Dwight Schrute is quite possibly the love child of Brett Somers and Charles Nelson Reilly.
Clearly I need to quit work for the day. No more Genius will spill forth onto the page when my brain is spewing out that kind of randomness.
[50 bonus points if you laughed without having to Google any of the aforementioned people; 25 bonus points if you knew the names but had to Google photos for the full effect.]
