At dinner I told Bob I had a good day. I only had two things I didn’t do on my list and since my list usually contains at least five more things than I can actually do in a day, two leftover things wasn’t so bad.
Writing this post is one of those things and at this point, I’m phoning it in.
I’m one of the three people in the universe who did a backflip then passed out with joy when I found out that Psych was doing a Twin Peaks episode.
Twin Peaks is the only show in history that I watched every single episode in its original network airing. Live. I didn’t leave the house if that show was coming on. I’ve been severely fanatical about numerous things in my life so no sense trying to make this into the biggest but my Twin Peaks achievements include: meeting the Log Lady and Lucy and going to a party where Leo was present. (Not in a wheelchair, I noticed.) I have genuine off-the-set memorabilia. It’s the Bob wanted poster and you can tell how much it means to me because I haven’t the slightest idea where it is right now. I own the soundtrack. I read Laura Palmer’s diary. I saw that terrible prequel movie the first weekend it was out. I think I own two copies of the DVDs. One is regular and one is the complete collectors edition. I’ve watched the series start to finish only twice. Maybe I’ll do it again this winter.
Psych is one of my guilty pleasure shows. It’s stupid and hilarious and I love it.
I thought the Twin Peaks episode was dorkily fabulous. Sherilyn Fenn was brilliant. Ten stars.
Bob and I hardly ever watch movies together but on Friday we watched Get Him To The Greek with Jonah Hill, Russell Brand and Elizabeth Moss. It’s pretty good and hilarious but also really weird. There was stuff I was laughing at, like that whole bit where they were petting the furry wall, but I was also thinking, jeez, this is weird. The Lars Ulrich cameo is the best: “Enter Sandman.”
I had a whole bunch of other things I was going to write about but I’m too tired.
I finished a short story today. The first new thing I’ve finished since the beginning of time which was is fantastic but also melted my brain. I’m going to watch a show and then go to bed.
I love that you’re unabashedly obsessive about some stuff. And WOOT on the short story. The tables have turned!!
I’m glad you had a good day! Maybe you can loan me one of your sets of Twin Peaks. I’ve never seen even one episode.
You think you know people – I did not know my wife was a Twin Peaks fan. We don’t watch Psych, but somehow she heard about the epsiode and taped it. She thought it was great. I was mystified. I only watched the first episode of TP and didn’t go back – it was just too offbeat (I loved X-Files though). So we watched “Psych” together. She was grinning the whole way through. I enjoyed the witty dialogue and the music (I do remember some of the TP music, and I think Psych did a good job of imitating it).
Castle often references X Files – Fillion even whistles the theme sometimes. Chuck references Star Trek, The Terminator, Die Hard, Tron, and other 80s stuff. I love those shows. But I had completely forgotten about TP until wife showed me Psych.
I suggested we start taping Psych. She said no, we Tivo enough shows that we never get around to watching.
Do you know that I have never, ever seen an episode of Twin Peaks? I’m not sure how that came to pass. I keep meaning to fix that.