Random

So i've been re-reading this book that I haven't read since I was 17 or 18, The List of Seven. And first, I don't know how I was able to understand half of this book ten years ago. It's really theosophical and I didn't even know the word then. Anyway it's this great mystery, and the story features actual people but fictionally presented- the main character is Arthur Conan Doyle. And it's funny and interesting, and I'm enjoying it. I remembered that there might be a sequel so I googled the author, Mark Frost, and wound up at his wikipedia page.

WHOA, as it turns out he co-created Twin Peaks with David Lynch. So ten years ago, I was reading one half of that creative team while Kris was totally into the other. Pretty weird, right? I thought so, I mean we're obviously both drawn to people with scary thought processes.

I have reached the point in my life where I refuse to allow David Lynch in. After every single movie, I sit there with my mouth flapping open and shut for 5 minutes before I can even spit out, "WHAT?!" His movies cause me lasting brain damage, I'm not able to get it sorted out or get over them for like three days. For those of you who aren't familiar with him, if my life were a David Lynch movie it would be like this:
Kris and I would go to a diner
We'd choose a booth with such meditation you'd believe there were a specific reason for it.
Our waitress would come to the table, she'd be dressed like Little Red Riding Hood but with the wolf face.
I would begin to freak out.
Kris would not notice anything wrong with the waitress.
I would decide that maybe she's just Russian, who knows?
She'd bring us coffee, I would tediously mix together appropriate and exacting amounts of cream and sugar, taking 5 minutes of camera time while Kris would drink his black.
Next we'd order, I'll have the Denver Omelet. Kris will have the PattyMelt.
She'd write this down, the camera focusing on her furry hand/paws.
Roy Orbison plays in the background while we wait in silence.
The food arrives, Kris has a tuna melt placed in front of him.
A meat loaf platter is placed in front of me.
Me:"Excuse me, I ordered the Denver Omelet, with rye toast."
Waitress/ Wolf: "That is the Denver Omelet with rye toast."
Kris stares at me.
Me: "No, this is meatloaf, with mashed potatoes, peas and gravy"
Waitress/Wolf; "No it's the Denver Omelet with rye toast"
Kris to the Waitress/Wolf: "Thanks." To me: "Just eat it."
I eat it and it tastes like: a Denver Omelet. But it still looks like meatloaf.
The waitress brings the check back and I look up to apologize and realize she has a normal face, just ugly crooked teeth and a big black hairy mole.
I look across the table at Kris and he's wearing the red cape and has a wolf face.
Fade to black. End of movie.

See I just can't handle that kind of thing. For a real bit of David Lynch here's something from Mulholland Drive, I don't mind suggesting you watch it through to the end because it's an awesome rendition of Roy Orbison's Lonely (see? Roy) and you'll need to in order to appreciate the Lynchian nature of it. You lose nothing for me to tell you this is a completely random scene, they get an invitation to this club they go listen to the song, leave and then never talk about it.