Today I spent the day on the couch with a friend watching The X-Files. I lost count of how many episodes we watched, but can now say that I am sufficiently creeped out by the following:
Toilets, substitute teachers, gated communities, snakes, sideshow freaks, Bell Boys, Pekingese dogs, whirly-gigs, magicians, grocery delivery men, rattan furniture, baths, CC & R’s, coconut cream pie and guys named Donnie Pfaster.
One of the greatest things about the XF was its ability to make the most mundane things – objects, places, people – scary and disturbing and gross. Then get you to tune in the next week to see what other random thing would make you squeal.
Of course I’ll be keeping the toilet seat down for a few days to keep Flukemen from coming out of it.