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I have an accounting final tomorrow, so naturally I rewatched the X-Files episode "Duane Barry." Here's the thing: all of X-Files is available streaming on Netflix. X-Files is a show that should not be watched streaming ever.

Especially in the early seasons, the show is so dark--so much of its beauty is about using as little light in the frame as possible--that when you get a low res version, you can't see anything at all. And since I was watching on an iPad, that meant I was mostly watching smudge marks and the reflection of my face.

So if you haven't seen X-Files and want to--sorry, you're going to have to find the DVDs, cause it's not even worth it to spend the time on streaming.

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God, now I want to rewatch all of X-Files (there were only ever six seasons, right?).

Or not even that. I want to feel the way I did watching it the first time. There are still shows I love, but none that I feel quite the level of eager desperation about that I used to--desperation that only comes from having to spend years tracking episodes down through syndication, out of order, sometimes only having a few audio clips of dialogue from Napster and a fan site episode summary to link the missing pieces of a plot arc. I don't want to go back to that--that sucked--but it did make me love shows differently. I spent so much time imagining and constructing them in my head because I couldn't get my hands on the source material that it almost didn't matter what the source material was.

For a long time all I had of "Ascension" was a thirty-second audio clip of Mulder's interrogation of Duane Barry. Rewatching it now, I remember how intensely I felt about that episode when I finally saw it for the first time, and I don't think I've felt like that about anything in a while.