Some old B.S.

I'm watching Twin Peaks again on the Netflix* via the Wii. I already know who killed Laura Palmer because of Jeopardy!** But I never actually finished watching the series, so I wanted to give it another go. When the show came out, I was about 13 years old, and either didn't get it, or my parents didn't want me to watch it. I'm thinking it's probably the former, because my P's pretty much let me watch whatever, within reason.

When I moved to Memphis for grad school (about 10 years later), my roommate and her boyfriend and I began watching the series on VHS tape, and got at least into season 2 before I had to move out because the aforementioned roommate was CRAZY. I'm looking forward to silly Kyle MacLachlan and the weird David Lynch-ness of the whole thing.

*I'm really disappointed in the lack of options on Netflix streaming. Anything remotely "new" is unavailable, so I've decided to say "Eff it" and watch old crap from the '80s and '90s until they remedy the situation.

**Can't spell it without the exclamation point! Alex Trebek totally spoiled the ending of this 20-year old series for me the other day. But there's gotta be some kind of statute of limitations on spoiler alerts, so I couldn't be mad.

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Work has been insanely busy lately. I feel like I hardly have time to think, especially to think about my personal life. I'm going to Boston in a couple of weeks to visit my cousin, and I haven't had time at all to think about what to pack, what I'm gonna wear, what we'll do, etc. My hair has grown so long from lack of time to get it cut that I'm giving Crystal Gayle a run for her money. And I've barely had time or energy to exercise, lending to an overall pudgy dough-girl effect. So, rather than find an Eddie Rabbit look-a-like to start singing duets with, I am going to attempt to get back on track within the next week. Chopping my hair, hitting the pavement and the weights, eating better, and (reluctantly) shopping for a swimsuit and other things to wear on my trip. I hear we will spend some time at the beach, and I'm interested to see how a New England beach compares to what I've grown up knowing - the white sands, green water and hot sun of the Gulf Coast. My cousin tells me that the water isn't even warm enough to get in, and that blows my mind. She's also told me they don't have air conditioning. I'm going to try to be a trooper, but I think that even if I lived up there and the weather never got above 90, I'd still like to have some fresh A/C going on. I can't fathom what we Southerners did without it in the past.

Gosh, Kyle MacLachlan looks so young! Gotta go... maybe my next post will be an update from the Boston trip. Or I may just post a bunch of Sifl and Olly links instead.