The Twin Peaks mania was the year I was living on a commune with no TV so the whole thing just whooshes over my head.
Yeah, not an option in Seattle. You can still get coffee and cherry pie at Twede's Cafe, which doubled as the RR Diner in the series, for instance. In fact, they make most of their money in the whole year by shipping cherry pie to fans all over the world.
I wasn't as much of a fan as many of my friends, but obviously I was sideswiped and dented hard enough to bend into a fantastical shape.
My mom would bring home a cherry pie on Twin Peaks nights. She used to say, "Twin Peaks--hate the show, love the pie!"
I stopped watching TV in high school, and didn't watch much besides MTV and movies on cable in college. Twin Peaks was the first show after that I really got into. I remember thinking, "Wow, I can't believe they gave David Lynch his own TV show! And they let him make it weird! Plus they're giving the Life in Hell guy his own animated prime-time show too!"
Have you seen him? [link] I mean, really.
Strangely, I used the exact phrase trying to explain my Greg Dulli fangirlism.
I want a wife
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Wombats in Chicago?
Well, last month they found an alligator in the river. And last year there was that coyote in the Quiznos. Ooh, and the mountain lion that was terrorizing the northern suburbs for a while last summer. So I'd buy just about anything around these parts.
Tom and I are fully indulging in a fantasy that we will move to San Francisco in 2010. What are some good neighborhoods that I can look for places on Craigslist for?
this is fun!
Hi, Stephanie!
I am making vegetarian chili for dinner.
I'm unaccountably annoyed. A friend discovered an online identity that I've been keeping relatively under wraps because I was conducting an experiment and outed me to our circle of friends. She called to crow about it, thinking it too funny and when I tried to explain I'd been doing an experiment, she ran roughshod over what I was saying with "Oh no... no excuses from you! You've been outed!"
I don't cared that she found out-- that was kind of the point of the experiment. I don't care that she told our small circle of friends. I do, however, care that she didn't listen to what I was trying to say and dismissed what she did hear as if I was trying to make up some sort of cheap excuse to cover my ass.
Eh, I'll get over it. I have a headache and I'm slightly cranky. Just needed to vent.
What are some good neighborhoods that I can look for places on Craigslist for?
I've always said that if I move to SF, I want to live in North Beach. But that's mostly because it's where all of the bars I know are (not counting the Castro, of course, but that's crazy expensive).
