There Goes Another Year Shot To Hell
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. My wife and I will celebrate it in our usual fashion, in bed by 10:00 PM and we’ll try and sleep through the fireworks. This is the first place we have lived, and we’ve lived a lot of places, that celebrates the New Year by firing off bottle rockets and noisy-whizzing-spinning things. Every year we exchange gifts with our friends with the 2 kids we baby-sit for. For like the past 4 or 5 years the boys have given me an X-Files calendar. This year I got a page-a-day calendar entitled “The 365 Stupidest Thing Ever Said.” Another year further removed from the death of the series and merchandise for the show is no longer a viable commodity. In another 5 years the re-runs will fade from cable. In ten years, the last stop before oblivion is Nick-At-Late-Night for one run through of all the episodes.