
(Movie Barcode for David Lynch's Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me.)
Ancient & slaughtered with the eons! Oh mighty monolith builders, senders of comets-- icy bodies honeycombed by hive-minded bugs, flung at c+ speeds-- bring your alchemy to this page! Let me find, in the cracks left behind, the time to actually scribble a hastily wrought account of my life, so that future clones can look back on it & smile. I previously mentioned going to Westchester to
Then Tuesday, Terra came over & we ate burritos & watched some Twin Peaks, picking up where we'd left off. Since I'd recently experienced the commute from my place to hers, I didn't try to peer pressure her into another episode-- fly away & get home at a reasonable hour! Then when Terra had left Jenny & I split a bottle of wine & watched Castle & Two Broke Girls. Castle was a soap-operatic program where Nathan Fillion & Stana Katic have sexual chemistry & solve crimes. I know, that is the premise of the show, but the thing I like about the show is that, well, it basically recapitulates its core every episode. This one was a little heavy on the melodrama, but I featured Michael Dorn, who is awesome & Jenny loves. Loves. Also, Stana Katic could stand to put on ten pounds. Two Broke Girls-- or, I'm sorry, 2 Broke Girls-- was really terrible. Not even Kat Dennings, who I liked a lot in Nick & Nora's Infinite Playlist & Thor, could save it. I think I've decided that Whitney Cummings might be awful. Part of the problem is that it was set in a New York that was like what some eighty year old Hollywood producer who has never been to the city imagines it is like. I'm not talking "how do Joey & Chandler afford such a big apartment!?" stuff, I'm talking-- graffiti covered trains, people pretending Williamsburg was some spooky neighborhood & that the Upper East Side is some incredibly posh wonderland-- it was weird, weirdly bad. The plot is "topical" but for three years ago-- Bernie Madoff, cupcakes, hipsters. The jokes are basically...saying dirty words? I made the predictable comparison to Two Girls, One Cup, & moved on. Yeah, skip.