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2003-11-23

Real snow outside. Real snow. White and powdery that keeps on filling up the holes in the ground. Layer after layer. Not that it bother me right now. There’s firewood inside, so I plan to just sit here infront of the computer and do bugger all. Perhaps I should even do something about that late fanzine of mine. Or, I could play Nethack or Lionheart or even watch the odd movie. There are no limits to what I can do. I can even cook food if I want too, and worries me. Something tells me I’m going to do that soon enough, because there’s nothing so depraved as a hungry human being.

Watched Twin Peaks (imdb) (or at least large chunks of it, about two thirds) this weekend as Björn had the dvds. I saw it first around -92 when they showed it on SVT. At that time, after I saw the first episode, I labelled it as a cop show — albeit a wonky one — and ignored it. Later I saw handful episodes here and there, and I still didn’t get it.

Now, after I’ve seen the pilot for the first time ever as well as most of the episodes it’s much clearer. Should I admit this? Sure, why not. I was wrong. It is a good show, although in hindsight I realise why it was impossible to just dip into it here and there. Everything is dependent upon previous actions and information.

It’s also very funny, which I hadn’t expected. When Pete turned to his presumed dead wife in disguise as a Japanese businessman (it was obvious who it was after one minute of screen time — I know, I’m annoying that way), he said “You’re not from around here, are you?” and I laughed out loud. Previously, when agent Cooper arrived I uttered the words “are you local?” There must be a small shop on the hill outside Twin Peaks. A shop where there will be no trouble. There just has to be.

For all your foodly needs, consult (and send in recipes to) Belly. Everything organised in neatly categories such as Family recipes, Reader Submissions, Savoury - cold, Savoury - hot, Sweet - cold, and Sweet - hot. “Good food for and by idiots, if you will,’” brought by the Orbyn cult. Not much meat though, but one can always add that oneself if needed.