Journal Entries

May 2, 2007

You want to know something sad

I never watched Twin Peaks during its initial run in the early 90’s. I can’t remember if I avoided it on purpose or if something better was on another channel. I was like, what, 12? I was a jumpy kid. I went out of my way to avoid anything odd or mildly threatening. So my only exposure to the universe of Twin Peaks were those parodies that appeared in the Simpsons…and, of course, the time shortly after the series ended that my friend showed me the final five minutes of the finale. Yeah, the scene with Agent Cooper staring at his reflection in the form of Bob. (I know it’s David Lynch and he never tells an A to B narrative, but that’s a little like starting at the end to get the answers to a self quiz.)

My wife, however, watched it religiously each week. Moreover, she would watch it with one of her friends at a summer house with minimal electrical light in the woods at night. If you have ever been far enough away from civilization that on a moonless night you can barely make out your hand in front of your eyes, you understand how dark it was. This is why she can laugh hysterically at the best horror movies while I try to hide my obvious freak out. (yes, “freak out” is now a noun as well. It’s my site. I can do what I want.)

Last weekend we worked out an agreement that would allow us to watch season one of Twin Peaks in a mutually suitable environment.

First, we would only watch in the evening; preferably after 9:00pm. We live right next to a major route so it’s not like there are no other noises. But the evening shadows can make the Maple trees outside our living room window look like Malebolgia.

Second, we got to fuel the experience with alcohol.

So far, I absolutely love it.

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