Well, dear readers, today feels like a Wednesday. That’s a good thing, since today IS a Wednesday. For example, it wouldn’t be a good thing if today felt like a Sunday. That would just confuse things no end. So, thankfully, today feels like a Wednesday and there is harmony in the universe. Frankly, one can’t have enough harmony in the universe and these days I’ll take as much harmony in the universe as I can. Perhaps we can even have some harmony in these here notes. For example, if there are three paragraphs in section one, one can do the top harmony, whilst the other two can do the middle and bottom harmony, and then these here notes can sound like the Andrews Sisters or the Maguire Sisters or Peter, Paul, and Mary. I know at some point I will figure out what the HELL I’m talking about, but for now, let’s just get on with the show, shall we? Speaking of the show, yesterday was a reasonably okay day. For example, I got up. That was reasonably okay. I then packaged up some orders, then went to the postal office and shipped them. One of them was a package for dear reader Jeanne. I’d already shipped it once, but she told me she hadn’t gotten it after about five days. I found that hard to believe, so I went online with my handy-dandy delivery confirmation slip and lo and behold and also behold and lo, it HAD been delivered. Dear reader Jeanne looked everywhere to no avail or package. She called the post office to no avail or package. Then she remembered there was someone named Murphy who lived up the street so on a whim she went over there and lo and behold the package had been delivered there, and the brilliant woman who received it gave it back to the brilliant postal person who’d delivered it incorrectly and told him wrong address and the package was returned to sender. What’s wrong with this photograph? Well, I’ll tell you what’s wrong with this photograph. I paid ten bucks to ship a priority package to a specific address. The package was addressed correctly, although I used Jeanne’s real last name, not the name she goes under now. Still, a reasonably intelligent postal person who delivers mail in that neighborhood would look at a package, see the name Jeanne and an address and would, I should think, deliver it there, despite the different last name. But, no, that apparently was asking too much of this postal person, who instead went to a completely different address where a person resided with an incorrect first name but the same last name as I’d used on the package. Now, not only did this idiot woman not alert dear reader Jeanne or tell the postal person, hey, why don’t you walk down the street and try the real address on the package, not only did she not do that, but, despite the package clearly not being for her, she opened it first before returning it. I knew this because my packing tape had been split, and the package had been resealed with scotch tape. Brilliant. I took the box into my postal office and they simply could not believe the stupidity with the Virginia postal office. They shipped the package back gratis, but who knows where it will be delivered this time. After that, I got some lunch, ate it, did some errands, and then toddled off to a book signing at my nearby Samuel French bookshop. Tony Slide has a new coffee table book about original hand-painted movie poster art from the 20s – a handsome book. There was a very nice turnout for the signing and a good time was had by all. I then came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched the extras on the new Twin Peaks Gold Box set. The night before, I’d managed to finish watching the series. The final two episodes sort of got the show back on track, and the last twenty minutes of the final episode were as strange and fascinating as anything in the series. The final moment was chilling, as if it were a cliffhanger for a new season, which, in fact, it was – only there wasn’t to be a new season, so it’s a pretty peculiar way to wrap up the series. What we learn in the extras is that David Lynch and Mark Frost were both off doing movies during a lot of the second season. All the episodes up to the reveal of Laura’s killer are fine. It’s after that where you can clearly see the show becoming weird for its own sake, and the writers flailing around and taking the show in the complete wrong direction. They talk about this extensively in the special features. Everyone seemed to know it was happening and they weren’t happy about it, but no one seemed to be able to get it back on course, until Lynch and Frost came back at the end. By then, of course, it was too late. It’s a shame – had the third season happened, both Lynch and Frost were willing to devote all their time to it, and because of the way the final episode ends it would have been interesting to see where they were going to go. The other thing that’s very clear is that they were pressured by the network into revealing the killer. The network’s position was that viewers wouldn’t stand for the killer not being revealed, and they pushed until they got what they wanted. Unfortunately, the network, the then idiotic ABC, was wrong. They were, in fact, wrong about everything. They thought no one would watch the show. Then they underestimated the fans, who would have gone along with not knowing who the killer was. Lynch says he never would have revealed it because it was the heart of the show and what kept things interesting, and he was probably right. They all felt that when they bowed to the pressure that the death knell had been sounded.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because there is harmony in the universe and harmony in these here notes, so let’s make sure it all carries over into the next section.
I feel harmony, don’t you? Today, I think I’m lunching with former dear reader Hisaka, and I think we’re meeting at Dolores in West LA to have one of their yummilicious Jumbo Jim burgers with cheese and extra Z sauce, with some Suzi-Q fries as an added fillip or, at the very least, an added Phillip.
Whilst I’m on that side of the hill, I’ll do a couple of errands, then head back to the Valley, where I shall ready myself to see Miss Emily Rozek play Glinda in Wicked at the Pantages Theater. I’m looking forward to it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, lunch, do things on the West Side, do work at the piano and computer, and then see Wicked. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you dear readers get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers, shall we, as we enjoy the harmony in the universe and the three-part harmony in the notes.