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Monday, February 05, 2018 – The Eagles Have Landed and The X-Files Return

The Super Bowl was won by the Philadelphia Eagles. Congratulations to them. I had to go with the Eagles. Foles is from Texas – his high school is the training camp for college and NFL quarterbacks – Westlake High School, Austin, Texas. I still think the Westlake mascot should be a spoiled brat!

Besides, The New England Patriots have enough Super Bowl Rings; they can make cabinets with the rings as pulls.

I did not watch the game in its entirety. So I missed the commercial using Dr. King’s voice and quotations to sell a truck. During Black History Month! I am awarding five footballs of bad even without seeing it.

I did Google the Eli Manning/Odell Beckam Dirty Dancing commercial. I do not even know what they were selling, but I so liked the commercial. I’d go to the prom with Eli or Odell. The boys can dance. Five footballs. Every woman loves a man who can dance –even like they do. I wonder who decided who would lead and who would follow? Maybe on a “straight tequila night” I will tell you why I hate that song and the movie, but not now.

Hey KB, maybe we could add this dance into our (MY) workout. Perhaps something at the end? You can decide the lift part.

https://youtu.be/KUoD-gPDahw

I would check back to the SB, but I watched recorded episodes of the X-Files – the new version. My favorite episode so far is the combo The Twilight Zone and X-Files – Episode two or three. My favorite line from the episode is the ending when the aliens return from outer space to tell us Earthlings “We found out who your leader is and we are no longer interested in your planet. We will be exploring other parts of the galaxy for intelligent life.” I am not making that up.

In the same episode was a campaign poster for Richard Nixon – It read “No one can lick our Dick.” Draw your own conclusions. Never mind, don’t draw anything.

The Cigarette Smoking Man, obviously alive and well, and still smoking, tells me that there is a cure for cancer and the government has it. That means Rod Serling must be alive and well somewhere. What if he is Cigarette Smoking Man?

As from the previous versions of the X-Files, I have questions. Why do Muldar and Scully always whisper to one another? I have to turn up the volume so much my next door neighbor can follow the dialog without turning on her TV set.

Am I the only one who laughs at the incredibly dark humor portrayed?

Why do parts of the X-Files actually seem logical?