Turkeys & Aliens

This one is a little out there (sort of like the truth) but bear with me: as any X-Phile knows, Thanksgiving used to be OUR day. Now it seems to be stuck in an endless loop of 007 movies, the Twilight Zone, and whatever show a network decides to market the hell out of. But The X-Files marathon on Thanksgiving used to be where it was at: TV Guide even had a little ballot in the weeks before where you could vote for what episodes you wanted to see. I mean, can we bring stuff like this back? It was awesome.

Lucky for me, many of my favorites were also established favorites and I could guarantee their spot on the list. There had to be a television where I was peeling potatoes or getting the ingredients together for stuffing. There. Had. To. Be. And I was usually obliged. However, sometimes disaster struck. For a few years in my life, Thanksgiving wasn’t actually held at my house with an intimate group of relatives. No, I was carted off to another family’s Thanksgiving where not only was I denied the comfort of my own home, I was also denied easy access to The X-Files marathon. One particularly crummy Thanksgiving it was also my birthday. I have distinct memories of wandering around this house, pitifully telling anyone who I felt had the right to know that it was my birthday and at that moment all I wanted for my birthday was to be able to sit in peace and watch The X-Files. I wasn’t the most normal 9-year-old, I will give you that.

And that is how I associate The X-Files with Thanksgiving. In particular, I know I would always vote for “Darkness Falls” and “Humbug.” If it was an option, definitely “Jose Chung’s ‘From Outer Space’.” And without fail, you could always expect to see “Home,” an episode that always sticks with you. I always happened to tune in when this episode was starting, I swear…I know exactly how to recognize it…a baseball field appears…And more than likely you would expect to see “Pusher,” “Bad Blood,” “Triangle,” and “X-Cops.” Us fans tended to lean toward the quirkier X-files on our holidays; major mysteries like Samantha Mulder could be left for more run-of-the-mill marathons.



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About Staciellyn Chapman

Grad student at the School of Conflict Analysis and Resolution at George Mason University. This blog is an attempt to condense the craziness that is my TV viewing habits (with the occasional aside into film, music, and general life).

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