it is hot here.
after work, i walked four blocks from the columbia heights metro to a friend's house, and almost passed out. i don't think i'm cut out for these summers south of the mason-dixon. and there's how many more months to go?
also, twin peaks is so good. people, seriously. we are halfway through our summer viewing sessions - jason and i managed to amass about half a dozen other crazy people who wanted to see the series for the first time, or had only seen parts of it and wanted to go through the whole thing - and i kinda can't believe how crazy it was, and how it's so unbelievable that they put that shit on network tv! the FCC wouldn't let them get away with a quarter of that stuff today.
i guess that's why we have cable now, right? so instead of david lynch and dancing midgets, we have david chase and self-reflecting gangsters. though lynch, even with his own penchant for ambiguity, saw fit not to cut the final twin peaks scene mid-moment.
(i don't even watch the sopranos, but as i've told a number of people lately, i'm kinda obsessed with the ending and the controversy around it. i keep reading articles and debates and crackpot theories. i am convinced that a) tony did get whacked and b) the ending was brilliant. for what it's worth, coming from someone who's seen about three episodes of the show in total.)