X-Files Case Report: “The Jersey Devil”

“Unlike you, Mulder, I would like to have a life.”

As I wrote in the intro to this series, I didn’t become a regular viewer of The X-Files until the show was in its third season, so there are a lot of episodes from seasons 1, 2, and 3 that I have never seen. That’s one primary motivation for doing this series in the first place, now that we live in a time when watching old episodes of shows that we may have missed is one of the easiest things in the world to do. I remember how it wasn’t always thus; watching reruns of Star Trek as a kid, on an independent teevee station, meant that I could go quite some time without seeing a particular episode – and, in fact, there actually is one episode of Star Trek: The Original Series that I have not seen, to this very day. (It’s “Dagger of the Mind”.)

So, the fifth episode of The X-Files is the earliest in the series that I have never seen. “The Jersey Devil” is a pure “monster of the week” tale: there are no hints of government conspiracies or alien abductions here. Instead, we have some kind of wild thing on the loose in the woods outside Atlantic City, NJ. We first see this thing in the teaser sequence, set in the 1950s; a family is driving at night on a back road to Atlantic City, when they get a flat tire. The father is jacking up the car, says something to his wife, and while he’s in midsentence gets violently yanked into the woods where he is partially eaten. Cut to the present day, when something is preying on homeless people in the back streets of Atlantic City.

Mulder, of course, immediately connects the dots between the current murders and the case from 1950-something, and immediately postulates the existence of something called the Jersey Devil, which is apparently some kind of cannabalistic beastie living in the Jersey woods and preying on people. Eventually it turns out that the current Devil is a descendent of the one from the 1950s, and is actually a female.

Along the way, Mulder ends up annoying the local police, as he so often does. This leads to a typically X-Files-ish ending as the police are intent on doing one thing, Mulder is intent on doing another, and as often happens, Mulder ends up deeply disappointed.

There’s really not a whole lot to say about this episode. Part of the reason is that the show’s mystery is short-changed by quite a bit of screentime devoted to Mulder and Scully’s personal lives – that is, Scully’s desire for a normal personal life and Mulder’s lack of awareness that there even is such a thing. Scully goes to a friend’s kid’s birthday party; she goes on a date with some guy. The date is predictably interrupted by the waiter who comes over and says, “Agent Scully, you have a phone call.” Guess who it is. (This was the early 90s, when the only person on teevee who obsessively used a cell phone was Fox Mulder himself.) At this point in my rewatch, I’m wondering how soon the show will reach the point where we stop hearing so much about their personal lives.

This episode is basically OK – not great, not bad. It’s the first “meh” installment of the series. The next one up is “Shadows”.

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Super?

I have a hard time putting my finger on it, but the last few years, something just seems a bit smaller about the Super Bowl. Sure, they still hype the crap out of it, but it just doesn’t seem like as big an event as it once was. I was rooting for the Steelers, as they’re my second favorite team, but I’ve always liked the Packers too, so it didn’t bother me that they won. But it just seemed like…a football game, with a trophy at the end. Random thoughts follow:

:: I wonder a bit about Pittsburgh’s offensive game planning and play calling. In the second half, with Green Bay’s secondary as banged up as it was, I wonder why they didn’t try coming out in a spread formation and beat the Pack through the air. By that time, Ben Roethlisberger had his mojo back. The Pack came out terribly flat in the second half, and the Steelers just didn’t put the screws to them like I thought they should have.

:: Watching a steady stream of Green Bay players heading for the locker room at one point might be the best argument against an 18-game season that can be made. Football is so physical and violent that in an 18-game season, the team that wins the Super Bowl won’t necessarily be the best team, but the team that makes the playoffs with the most key players healthy.

:: Troy Aikman on scoring: “A field goal is big, but a touchdown here would be huge.” Thanks for spelling that out, Troy.

:: The commercials were crap, across the board. All of ’em. I’m really starting to hate how Super Bowl Sunday is now basically a national holiday for the advertising industry. That many people actually look forward to watching advertising strikes me as indicative of something deeply wrong.

:: Yes, the halftime show was total, utter crap. But the halftime shows are always total, utter crap.

:: Christina Aguilera muffed “The Star-spangled Banner”. You’d think that a professional singer could get the lyrics right, but I guess not.

:: So the powers-that-be at Cowboys Stadium screwed up the ticket sales, and ended up selling tickets to people they didn’t have seats for. Oops. Heckuva job, Jerry!

:: I read a lot of articles last week by sportswriters whining over the Super Bowl not being held in a warm-weather city. I’m not sure how warm Dallas is on a normal first weekend of February, but really, suck it, sports journalists. I think that what was really behind each and every one of those articles that I read was a guy who really likes getting an expenses-paid trip to someplace warm every February, and this year, it was a trip to someplace not quite as warm as usual. Too bad. I hope they have a Super Bowl at Lambeau Field.

:: I’m really getting sick of “narrative-based” journalism. Last year, the whole thing was “Will Peyton Manning stake his claim to being the best ever!” This year, it was “Will Aaron Rodgers make Green Bay forget about Favre once and for all!” This stuff is stupid.

:: That trumpet-fanfare thing they do when the Vince Lombardi trophy is being unveiled is laughable. Forget it, NFL; your trophy is nice, but the trophy itself will never have the cachet of the Stanley Cup.

:: Speaking of which, a local sports radio personality posed the question to Buffalonians: Would you rather win the Super Bowl or the Stanley Cup? True, Buffalo is hockey-crazed, and the Cup would be a sweet, sweet thing. But the NHL is a fairly small thing in the sporting life of the US nowadays. The Super Bowl, on the other hand? If the Bills won that thing, then Buffalo would be able to finally, once and for all, be able to offer an extended middle finger to every single person in the country for whom Buffalo is a punchline. No, I don’t think that a Super Bowl win would have any real effect on Buffalo’s economy or anything like that. But being able to say, “Hey, we won the Super Bowl, so F*** you” would be pretty sweet.

:: Next up: the draft, hopefully. If there’s not a lockout first.

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A tale of two meals

It was a moderately healthy meal…

Na'an bread pizza

…and it was a freakishly unhealthy meal.

Monte Cristo sandwich

The first up there is a pizza I made using a crust of Na’an bread. I spread it with a bit of extra-virgin olive oil, onto which I put some minced garlic. Then I topped the thing with a bit of cheese (an Italian blend from a bag — I got lazy), followed by sliced plum tomatoes, onions, and banana peppers. I sprinkled a bit of basil and oregano on the whole thing, and it was just so good!

And then there’s the Monte Cristo sandwich. Hoo boy.

I haven’t had Monte Cristos very often over the years, as they’re not the most common menu item in restaurants, and…well, they’re not terribly healthy. It’s probably been seven or eight years since I had one. But I got to thinking about the Monte Cristo after I watched an old episode of Good Eats on YouTube. I’ve been watching a bunch of these lately, and one of them had Alton Brown holding forth on a food item that is very dear to my heart: waffles.

At the end of the episode, after he’d made his perfect waffles, he said that you could top it with butter and maple syrup, but that’s not his favorite waffle topping. I figured he was going to put some kind of fruit topping or something like that on there…but instead, he plunked a piece of fried chicken right down on top of the waffle! He said that he tosses the chicken with a bit of hot sauce, puts it on the waffle, and then pours maple syrup over the whole thing. This struck me as very odd.

But when I did a bit of online research as well as talked to a guy at work who knows a lot about food, it turns out that fried chicken and waffles is actually a very common food pairing down south! I love southern food, but I’d never ever heard of this. And as I thought about it some more, I realized that the fried chicken and waffles bit isn’t that far off, conceptually, from the Monte Cristo sandwich.

And what is the Monte Cristo? It’s a meat and cheese sandwich — I used ham, turkey, and Swiss — which you then dip in an egg batter on both sides and then cook in a frying pan. You then serve the sandwich with a sweet sauce to dip it in. You can use fruit preserves, if you like, or you can do what I did here: maple syrup. Of course maple syrup goes well with this; I’ve often had maple-cured ham or maple-cured turkey from the deli, and basically this is a sandwich made from French toast. And wow, was it awesome. As of this writing, I ate that sandwich four hours ago, and I haven’t touched any food since.

(The egg batter I used was just two eggs beaten with a bit of half-and-half. I’ve seen recipes online for thicker batters that you smother the sandwich in before deep-frying the whole thing, but that seems like overkill to me. Most recipes also suggest dusting the sandwich with powdered sugar, but I didn’t bother with that.)

So there you have it. It was a meal of moderation, it was a meal of excess; it was a meal of healthful vegetables, it was a meal of fattening meats and egg-batters and bread. But both were far, far better meals than I have eaten recently!

(If you’re wondering why I’m talking like this, well, I’ll hold forth in a future post about it, but this may explain things:

A Tale of Two Cities

Ach! I’m becoming Dickensian!)

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: This seems awfully foolhardy to me.

:: Here’s an interesting article on pepperoni. It turns out that pepperoni is not an “authentic” Italian cured meat! Who knew! (And, more importantly, who cared! I am, as a rule, as uninterested in matters of “authenticity” when it comes to food as one can get. Is the food good? Yes? That’s all I care about.)

:: Burger Baby. Wow. I could totally go for a…well, never mind.

More next week!

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It’s a bowl of weeds

From The West Wing, Toby Ziegler on the merits of salads:

As much as I love Toby Ziegler, I gotta disagree with him here. I love salads, and I eat them frequently. Here’s one I had for dinner just the other night:

Salad: my new obsession

Generally, my approach to the salad over the years has been pretty minimalistic when I make one at home: some greens and some dressing, and I like to beef things up by putting tuna on top (yes, the entire can). But lately I’ve decided to start adding more stuff to my salads, so I’ve started keeping a couple of plum tomatoes on hand at all times, for instance. I’m not a huge fan of raw tomato, but I like it just fine in stuff, so fresh diced tomato on a salad is great. I also adore banana peppers to an almost obscene degree; I bought a jar of ’em last week and I’m already a third of the way through it. Carrots are great, as are sliced mushrooms. Grated cheese? You bet. Oh, and hard-boiled eggs go great on salads. You make a nice big salad with all that stuff on it, and you don’t even need any meat.

I do tend to have a heavier hand with the dressing than I probably should, although I do balance this out by getting lighter versions. My favorite dressing is actually a light Italian, preferably made with extra-virgin olive oil. But I do like good old Ranch, too. I used to be a big fan of Thousand Island, but I haven’t had that in years, and Russian dressing can be pleasing, too. Haven’t had that in years, either. I also like to use olive oil and red wine vinegar or balsamic vinegar, and I sometimes cap the whole thing off with a torn-off piece of flatbread (pita or na’an being my favorites) to sop up what’s left of the dressing at the end.

Long live the salad!

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Saturday Centus

It’s that time again!

One thing I didn’t realize, in my last few weeks’ entries, is that the word count limitation on this weekly micro-fiction bit of fun actually doesn’t include the writing prompt itself. Now, that may not seem like much — this week’s prompt is only seven words — but when such a strict word-count limitation is imposed, word choice becomes a premium. I’m really enjoying doing this thing every Saturday because it’s really good practice: it forces your hand, really, in choosing words for effect. You only have a hundred words to work with, and in the space of that hundred words, you have to establish a setting and your character(s) and tell an actual tale.

So anyway, here’s what I came up with. The prompt is in bold, within the tale.

Timmy and Tommy came bursting into the kitchen, tracking snow behind them.

“Mom! Mom! MOM!”

“Yes, boys?”

“We saw a SNOW MONSTER!” said Timmy.

“It was GREEN!” said Tommy.

“It ate a whole COW!” said Timmy.

“And it had wings!”

“And teeth THIS LONG!”

“It crushed a car with its fists!”

“And it was growing bigger by the minute!”

Mom nodded. “That’s nice, boys. Take off your things and I’ll make cocoa.”

Timmy looked at Tommy.

“Where do you think we lost her?” Timmy asked.

“‘Bigger by the minute’,” Tommy said.

“Marshmallows?” Mom asked.

“Yes, please,” said Timmy and Tommy.

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