Without Lynch, I can’t get behind it 100%, but I can damn sure line up to watch it, should it come to fruition.
If coffee black as a moonless night and epic poem-worthy pie and Where’s Annie? were to come back into my life, I just don’t know what I will do with myself. Probably squeal til I explode.
Shauna kicks so much ass; let me tell you how much. Her friend in Chicago (presumably) sent her a handmade New Year’s card with a quote from David Lynch and a stamp(?) of his head on the cover. Shauna told said Chicagoan that I would like a David Lynch card, and so the friend sent me one. It arrived today. I love mail, but I love David Lynch mail even more. Thanks to both Shauna and Shauna’s Chicago friend, who makes very nice cards.
A friend of mine whipped this up on his MacBook after watching extras from David Lynch’s Inland Empire. Without further ado, I give you David Lynch on the iPhone:
UPDATE: This video has since been featured on Digg, Gawker, Best Week Ever!, Kottke.org, Gizmodo, Defamer, iFilm and was #16 - Most Linked (Today), #1 - Most Linked (Today) - Comedy, #44 - Most Linked (This Week) - Comedy, #21 - Most Viewed (Today) - Comedy, #59 - Top Favorites (Today), #7 - Top Favorites (Today) - Comedy and #30 - Top Rated (Today) - Comedy on YouTube. Crazy. I wish the creator of this video had a website I could link to.
I decided to not dress up as the Log Lady for Halloween this year. Not because I didn’t want to, mind you, but I have no where to wear it and no time to make it happen. I’m up to my eyeballs in boxes. It’ll be all I can do to buy some candy for the trickin’ treaters.
I’m going as the Log Lady. Screw thigh-high stockings and those sparkly winged things. I’ll leave that to the rest of the ladies that night. Nope, I’m going as Margaret Lanterman, and I’m going to make it as authentic as possible. I found a stuffed log at a high-priced pet store in Berkeley that sealed the deal. Any guy who wants to go as Windom Earle as the Log Lady is welcome to join me for festivities. I might even share my sticky pitch gum with you.
I’m scouring the pages of Craiglist for Bay Area apartments, and every time I find a listing for a place in Twin Peaks I get all excited and giddy. WHAT IF I LIVED IN TWIN PEAKS?! Even if it isn’t a place where a yellow light means slow down, not speed up, I still think I could die happy.
All hail the boyfriend, for he is kind and thoughtful and knows that I’m short on cash right now. Thanks to him I can get my TP on. I didn’t think I was going to be able to for a few weeks. He even brought my fat ass donuts.