I now have, in my hot little hard drive, all nine seasons of the X-Files.
I will faithfully spend my precious spare time watching every single episode. I can do this. I want to believe. I am in the groove.
Just like I groove on my Torchwood.
Just like I have been grooving on Fringe.
I have come to the conclusion that what appeals to me in regards to tv shows is very much like what appeals to me in art.
I am attracted to things that disturb the comfortable.
I love Doctor Who for it infinite possibilities,
I loved Dead Like Me for its inquisitive melancholy,
and I loved China Beach for its pain and gallows humor.
But I have yet to love a tv show because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
So, after watching myself into a stupor with Dana and Fox, I’m looking for suggestions on a new (or old) series to fall for.
I want to believe…the truth is out there.