quiet

he wears a smile; everybody run

[When we were shooting the pilot for Twin Peaks, we had a set dresser named Frank Silva.  Frank was never destined to be in Twin Peaks, never in a million years.  But we were shooting in Laura Palmer's home and Frank was moving some furniture around in her room[...]And this picture came to me of Frank in the room.  I went running in and I asked Frank, "Are you an actor?" And he said, "Well, yes, I happen to be," because everyone in L.A. is an actor.  And maybe everyone in the world.  So I said, "Frank, you're going to be in this scene."
   We did a pan shot of the room, twice without Frank and then one time with Frank frozen at the base of the bed.  But I didn't know what it was for or what it meant.
   That evening, we went downstairs and we were shooting Laura Palmer's mother on the couch.  She was lying there in sadness and torment.  Suddenly she sees something in her mind's eye and bolts upright, screaming.  Sean, the camera operator, had to turn the wheels and follow her face as she bolted up.  And it looked to me like he did a perfect job.  So I said, "Cut - perfect, beautiful!"  And Sean said, "No, no, no.  It's not."
  "What is it?"
  "There was someone reflected in the mirror."
  "Who was reflected in the mirror?"
  "Frank was reflected in the mirror."]

 - David Lynch, in Catching the Big Fish, on how the (terrifying and nightmare-inducing) character of Bob came to be

bored

friday afternoon, alone in the lab.  waiting for one experiment to finish, so the weekend can begin.  perusing TweetsofOld, 'extracted tidbits from old newspapers'.  my favorites:

[The New York Mail reports that cultured Boston people describe fish-balls as "piscatorial globes." KY 1883]

[The latest slang is "slim." A slim is a dude, a slimette is a dudine. KY 1883]

[Mr. John Hieber, of Etna, has had quite a full experience in the way of being shot Tuesday last. PA 1885]

in future, please refer to me as 'slimette'.  or 'dudine'; i can't decide.

mini

 

where do i find one of these?!

[having Australian/British friends has opened my mind to the idea of eating Cadbury chocolate year-round, not just at Easter; i highly recommend Top Deck.]

lcd soundsystem - new york i love you but you're bringing me down

voluminous

[Stylish 20-something woman to overweight pug breathing heavily: Well, Winifred, you're out of breath because you're out of shape. (pause) No, you're not fat. You're voluminous. (pause) Yes, I am aware it's not all your fault. Mummy likes to watch you eat powder doughnuts. (pause) Pugs that look like they have a coke habit are very funny for mummy, yes they are.]

via Overheard in New York

ah well

when life hands you lemons... you push them aside in favor of unlimited brisket at the barbecue cookoff.

shock

apparently it can be dry in houston.  it's been so static-y lately that i realized i unconsciously fist-bump every metal object in the vicinity so i get shocked on my knuckles and not my ever-so-sensitive jack the pumpkin king fingers.

cheap and cheerful

let's talk about how i'm really an eighty-year-old woman: my thrift store extravaganza yesterday was so successful that i cannot help but share it with the internet.  a $200 leather skirt, still with the tags?  $4.  a silk puffy vest in my favorite shade of yellow?  $2.  at buffalo exchange, i even traded half a bag of my old crap for a brand new kenneth cole dress, previously $150.  aside from the smell of mothballs, it was an excellent day.


wow.  i just reread that and i think i'm one bottle of metamucil away from assisted living.


whatever, this way my new clothing desire is satisfied and i can put the rest of my money toward a summer trip to rome.  sono molto pratico, quando ho bisogno di essere.


*while i was shopping in sand dollar, an ad for frank's red hot came on the radio.. apparently their slogan is "i put that sh- on everything"?  while frank's on pizza is my newest food obsession, isn't that a bit...edgy for a station that normally plays delilah?

cryptic

i have a plan.  for my future, i mean.  because i have other, lesser plans too, like finding a way to acquire this vivienne westwood ring because it reminds me of beyonce's bionic hand thingy, and who doesn't want a bionic hand?  (mission accomplished, by the way.  thank you ebay for cheap knockoffs.)

ANYWAY.  this plan of mine is in motion.  so far, so good.   any more detail than that, however, i'm loathe to even put into words because despite my 27 years on this earth, i've never really shaken the childhood fear that talking about something i want automatically makes it Not Happen.  [see also: magical thinking; superstition; complete irrationality]

sigh.  of course all this forward thinking and weighing of options comes just when my sister arrives for her annual visit, when i should be showing her the sights (there are none) and eating massive quantities of mexican food (we have been).  i suppose i can multitask.