I Still Believe.

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The X-Files are back and this girl couldn’t be happier.

Seriously, I’m giddy like a schoolgirl.

I was a little worried about the revival – what if it’s awful and sucks? Will it tarnish the 9 previous years of the show?

I was a HUGE fan of the show.  Back in medical school, I would have my friends over  every Sunday night to watch the show and there was only one rule – no one was allowed to talk until the commercials.  My friends respected my geekness, for the most part.

I even got a tattoo during medical school which exemplified my nerdiness and passion for The X-Files.  Yes, I am that much of a geek.

Nowadays with the Internet and spoilers I was very keen not to read anything about the revival.  I couldn’t even look at pictures from the set.  I got goosebumps as I waited for the first episode to start after that silly football game ran over time.  When I heard the opening theme music and credits roll I think I squealed in delight.

There was just something so magical about that show.  I loved the dynamic between the two leads. I loved that Scully was a doctor and a scientist. (I even named my cat after her.) My favorite episodes were always the mythology ones.  Don’t get me wrong, some of the best episodes were the “monster-of-the week”;  “Home” anyone?

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Even Scully, in last night’s episode, agrees with the audience that the monster-of-the-week cases were fun.

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But it was the underlying mythology of the show that really sucked me in.  Are we alone? Do aliens exist? Is the Government lying to us? What really happened to Mulder’s sister? What is the black oil?  Who is Krycek?

There’s only 3 more episodes left to air in this revival.  That can’t be the end!  The ratings are exploding with every new episode. There has to be more!!!!!

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Thursday Mishmash

I love aliens.  Little green men.

Like this guy:

It all started with a little television show called The X-Files. I was obsessed.  Of course aliens are real and have been visiting our planet for decades! Of course the American government covered up the events in Roswell, New Mexico.  Now, before my fellow physician colleagues out there call for a psych consult, let me be clear that I don’t really believe any of that.  Sure, sometimes it’s nice to think that we, humans, are not alone in this vast universe, but I certainly don’t believe that we are being visited on a regular basis by other intelligent creatures from far away galaxies. Nor are select individuals being abducted from their homes and experimented on in spaceships.  (Though, as an aside, have you ever been in an MRI machine?  The bangs and clicks those machines make are startling similar to the sounds that abductees often describe. I’m just saying.) The concept of “We are not alone” is an intriguing one.  One pervasive human trait is our fear of being alone.  I think we pair bond for that reason (and of course to reproduce, but really I think, to avoid being alone).  How can we be the only intelligent life in the universe? What makes us special? Was it happenstance? Divine intervention? A fluke?

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Speaking of mish mash.  On a trip to Montreal about 8 years ago, husband did some research on where to eat and what to do in the city.  He found a little greasy spoon outside the city that had a wonderful reputation for something called the mish mash. Apparently this was the place to go to for a hangover breakfast. And that’s exactly what we did.  The restaurant was called Cosmos. Run by a Greek family, the house specialty was the mish mash – fried mashed potatoes, bacon, sausage, eggs and anything else you wanted, all mashed up together.  Seriously, it was one of the best breakfasts I’ve ever had.

Shockingly, we found out a few years ago that Tony (top) was killed in his home, his son a suspect in the murder. So sad and tragic.

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I started this blog in September, 2011.  I was a month away from starting back to work after my second maternity leave.  I felt like I had learned so much from experiencing pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum depression that I realized how much it helped make me a better doctor and wanted to share some of that experience.  Little did I know that three and a half years later, I’d still be writing and would have close to 350 followers!  It’s been fun being able to see where all my visitors are from. Some of you are thousands of miles away, others are just hop, skip and a jump from my back door, and some are from cities I’ve never heard of! Some of you are active contributors, others merely quiet observers.
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