Mullholland Drive(sp?)

I don't think that I understand David Lynch's movies at all. I don't think anyone really does. If anything, people just like to think they do. What sense is there to make of an aspiring actor having lesbian sex with her amnesiac roomie who was involved in some crazy mob shit?! I don't get it, but Naomi Watts is F-I-N-E, FINE. My brain also likes to try and sort it all out. It is a puzzle. It all seems random, but my brain still will not accept that is completely random. So, it trys to make everything make sense and put it all on one timeline. Even though things aren't happening chronologically at ALL. That is all. No moral. No introspection or insight. Read it and weep!

Where do you go?

Eraserhead is possibly one of the best, and most soothingly awkward 'things' I have ever seen in my life. The ending made me so happy. Although, there were times when everything was just so unbearably stressful about the whole experience... There will be more David Lynch for me to come I am certain...

This post may mark a return to my regular, nearly daily blogging schedule... Even though I know no one really pays much attention to this.

I have also recently taken up biking very long distances. I enjoy for the sense of freedom it give me, if not for the superb and euphoric endorphine-fueld sensation after a 10 or 20 mile ride. Being that cycling has become my main means of transportaion, I have set up some goals in learning the mechanics, lingo, and just regular maintenance of the 'sport'. So, if those few of you who read this come across anything of that nature, or if you have previous experience or knowledge on the subject you should lemme know.