just now i was figuring out what i wanted to say abt lynch and waters and i was like “how close are they in age, i feel like they had to be part of the same wave of the baby boom, like within 3 yrs of each other” and then i looked it up and they were born 3 months apart.
i think david lynch and john waters watched a different but overlapping set of shitty movies in the 50s and early 60s, and, being the exact same age while dealing with the exact same fucked up culture, reacted to similar things abt that fucked up culture but in wonderfully different ways, and then never got over that reaction.
dabed leche’s dube
- Me: Where are the owls? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
- Hooters Waitress: Please sir, you're causing a fuss and disturbing the other customers-
- Me: *banging my hands rhythmically on the table* WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?
that being said, lybch’s dune is prob my favorite thing abt him or dune, so even if this sudden turn means a descent into not dislike, like what happened rly suddenly btw me and dune/frank herbert, we’ll always have that one movie, the three of us
ive developed much more mixed feelings abt david lynch than i used to have, but i dont know how to articulate that mix of feelings other than just pointing at the opening of mulholland drive
i live in austin and where i work is like a little outside of town so we have deer and foxes and frogs, its great. (she was abt 4 inches ‘nose’ to butt, so not huge but the biggest ive seen here at the office)
hello ms frog, you cannot come inside but it is nothing against you as a frog, its company policy