Just as I was starting to get really emotional about how close I was to the end of the line, it rained sleeping bags.
Welcome to 2015! Friends is on Netflix. Broadchurch is almost back. Parks and Rec is never leaving us, ever. I’m going to finish The X-Files, cry about it, watch The Fall and Hannibal and everything Gillian Anderson has ever done, and then watch The West Wing for real this time. All of my resolutions are pop culture resolutions.
It’s been ten years since the Doctor told Rose that she was going to have a really great year, five since we saw it happen, and fifteen since Mulder and Scully’s world didn’t end, so if history repeats itself, it’s safe to say that we’re in for some feelings. I’m ready. But before we jump into the new year, let’s look back on the best of the last.
Season nine, let’s do this.
Welcome to the end of season eight. Stuff a bunch of pillows into your shirt. Now fall down. Fall down repeatedly.
I watched the last four of these back to back, and it was the most destructive decision I’ve ever made in my life.
Because they SHOULD still be making out.
I’ve spent a lot of time on the floor since the season seven finale. I’m just working through some things.