This must be where pies go to die
I keep forgetting to prepare my pictures. Someday is always a day other than today. I would set my sights on tonight, but I'm in the middle of 'Twin Peaks,' and that surely must take precedence ("This above all: to thine own self be true; and then, 'Twin Peaks' shall rank higher than all else." - William Shakespeare).
For the uninitiated, 'Twin Peaks' is a television series that first aired in 1990, written and produced by David Lynch and Mark Frost. So of course, with Lynch at the helm, it's weird, the characters are amazing (especially Kyle MacLachlan's Dale Cooper), and it is completely enthralling. It only ran for two seasons, whether out of design or a decreased appetite for bizarre, parodic melodramas of soap operatic proportions, I don't actually know, but it's probably a good thing considering the fact that once you start watching, it's hard to take in moderation (and when it's streaming for free on Netflix, it's even harder to not give way to days-long marathons until all episodes and the subsequent feature-length film have been viewed).
The series is seriously brilliant; It's smart, it's funny, it's interesting, and it's so perfectly peculiar. It is also acutely aware of its melodramatic inclinations, the likes of which frequently reach ridiculous and absurd proportions, but those inclinations are part of its charm, as well as a source for much of its humor. Throughout the series, the show pokes fun at itself and the soap opera form, most blatantly with the soap opera that so many of the characters in the series follow, "Invitation to Love." The blend of horror and camp that mark the tone of the show is executed flawlessly. There have been scenes that have left me feeling genuinely unsettled, something that does not happen very often.
Enough of my babbling; 'Twin Peaks': watch it. The end.
I have an article to get to that evades me completely. If only credit card processing were as interesting as Lynchian fare.
Been itching to plan a road trip. I want so badly for it to happen.
For the uninitiated, 'Twin Peaks' is a television series that first aired in 1990, written and produced by David Lynch and Mark Frost. So of course, with Lynch at the helm, it's weird, the characters are amazing (especially Kyle MacLachlan's Dale Cooper), and it is completely enthralling. It only ran for two seasons, whether out of design or a decreased appetite for bizarre, parodic melodramas of soap operatic proportions, I don't actually know, but it's probably a good thing considering the fact that once you start watching, it's hard to take in moderation (and when it's streaming for free on Netflix, it's even harder to not give way to days-long marathons until all episodes and the subsequent feature-length film have been viewed).
The series is seriously brilliant; It's smart, it's funny, it's interesting, and it's so perfectly peculiar. It is also acutely aware of its melodramatic inclinations, the likes of which frequently reach ridiculous and absurd proportions, but those inclinations are part of its charm, as well as a source for much of its humor. Throughout the series, the show pokes fun at itself and the soap opera form, most blatantly with the soap opera that so many of the characters in the series follow, "Invitation to Love." The blend of horror and camp that mark the tone of the show is executed flawlessly. There have been scenes that have left me feeling genuinely unsettled, something that does not happen very often.
Enough of my babbling; 'Twin Peaks': watch it. The end.
I have an article to get to that evades me completely. If only credit card processing were as interesting as Lynchian fare.
Been itching to plan a road trip. I want so badly for it to happen.