Why do you guys have buckets of blood?
In my opinion, one of the finest hours of television originally aired on February 22, 1998, 9 p.m. eastern time, FOX. What aired then, you ask? Why, "Bad Blood." "Bad Blood" aired.
For all you X-Philes out there, you know exactly what I'm talkin' bout. Luke Wilson with horrible buck teeth, Scully lusting over Luke Wilson, Mulder singing "Shaft..." Best episode EVER.
The other night, I watched "Bad Blood" again. Turning the TV off after Mulder says, "except for the part about the buck teeth," I realized that a lot of my life decisions can be traced to this one episode of television. After deciding that being a lawyer was probably a bad life decision for me, I decided to become an FBI agent. And here is WHY I decided to become an FBI agent.
Because I could dress like Scully.
That, my friends, is the SOLE reason I wanted to be an FBI agent. I could wear the little pinstriped power skirt suits and those sensible pumps that you could run in. And wave a gun, and yell, "Federal Agent! FREEZE!" By God, it would be beautiful.
And that phrase ("by God, it would be beautiful") brings back lots of memories about another movie I recently watched: Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Oh, how I wanted to be Jessica Rabbit, too. Oh hell -- I still want to be Jessica Rabbit.
Anyway, a couple of years after I decided the FBI wasn't for me either, I was asked to write an adaptation of Dracula. I cannot count the number of times I watched "Bad Blood" as "research." Between Scully's rant about the various conditions that can emulate vampirism -- porfyria, xenoderma pigmentosm -- and Mulder's tale about the multiple variations of vampires -- some Slavic vampires subsist on dirt; other cultures see red hair as a trait of vampires -- , I gleaned so much knowledge, there was an entire scene in my script that was almost plagarized from "Bad Blood." I still cannot hear the term "xenoderma pigmentosm" anywhere without giggling.
Really, I don't blame Buffy or Dracula for my obsession with vampires; I blame "Bad Blood." I still remember that the only reason I was going to even watch that episode was because the commercials made it look like Mulder was going to say "shit" on television (this was before the famous South Park episode). Seven years after the fact (holy shit, it's been seven years since it aired? Now I feel old), I am in love with anything vampire-like. Buffy, Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore, Dracula... the list goes on.
There are two plays that I would kill to direct. One is a stage adaptation of All About Eve; the other is Dracula.
I can't remember why I started this entry. I think it was something along the lines of how crazy it is that I could base a couple of important life decisions / choices on an episode of television. An episode of science-fiction television, at that. But I guess there are people out there who have done crazier things than that.
Anyway. The past couple of weeks I've been mired in nostalgia. I've been listening to my Jude cd that I first got on tape about five years ago... I'm rereading The Runaway Jury, which I last read about... five years ago... it's weird. First the Andrew thing, then this latch onto doing things I used to do in high school, and then Beth wanting to get in touch... it's the Capricorn moon or something.
In other news, my friend Ken told me tonight that he is getting a LiveJournal.
This can only end badly. :P
For all you X-Philes out there, you know exactly what I'm talkin' bout. Luke Wilson with horrible buck teeth, Scully lusting over Luke Wilson, Mulder singing "Shaft..." Best episode EVER.
The other night, I watched "Bad Blood" again. Turning the TV off after Mulder says, "except for the part about the buck teeth," I realized that a lot of my life decisions can be traced to this one episode of television. After deciding that being a lawyer was probably a bad life decision for me, I decided to become an FBI agent. And here is WHY I decided to become an FBI agent.
Because I could dress like Scully.
That, my friends, is the SOLE reason I wanted to be an FBI agent. I could wear the little pinstriped power skirt suits and those sensible pumps that you could run in. And wave a gun, and yell, "Federal Agent! FREEZE!" By God, it would be beautiful.
And that phrase ("by God, it would be beautiful") brings back lots of memories about another movie I recently watched: Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Oh, how I wanted to be Jessica Rabbit, too. Oh hell -- I still want to be Jessica Rabbit.
Anyway, a couple of years after I decided the FBI wasn't for me either, I was asked to write an adaptation of Dracula. I cannot count the number of times I watched "Bad Blood" as "research." Between Scully's rant about the various conditions that can emulate vampirism -- porfyria, xenoderma pigmentosm -- and Mulder's tale about the multiple variations of vampires -- some Slavic vampires subsist on dirt; other cultures see red hair as a trait of vampires -- , I gleaned so much knowledge, there was an entire scene in my script that was almost plagarized from "Bad Blood." I still cannot hear the term "xenoderma pigmentosm" anywhere without giggling.
Really, I don't blame Buffy or Dracula for my obsession with vampires; I blame "Bad Blood." I still remember that the only reason I was going to even watch that episode was because the commercials made it look like Mulder was going to say "shit" on television (this was before the famous South Park episode). Seven years after the fact (holy shit, it's been seven years since it aired? Now I feel old), I am in love with anything vampire-like. Buffy, Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore, Dracula... the list goes on.
There are two plays that I would kill to direct. One is a stage adaptation of All About Eve; the other is Dracula.
I can't remember why I started this entry. I think it was something along the lines of how crazy it is that I could base a couple of important life decisions / choices on an episode of television. An episode of science-fiction television, at that. But I guess there are people out there who have done crazier things than that.
Anyway. The past couple of weeks I've been mired in nostalgia. I've been listening to my Jude cd that I first got on tape about five years ago... I'm rereading The Runaway Jury, which I last read about... five years ago... it's weird. First the Andrew thing, then this latch onto doing things I used to do in high school, and then Beth wanting to get in touch... it's the Capricorn moon or something.
In other news, my friend Ken told me tonight that he is getting a LiveJournal.
This can only end badly. :P