"Testing, 1, 2...Testing.... Diane, it's 8:00 AM, Seattle, Washington"

There are few things I lost more time over in my life than Twin Peaks. Naturally, I watched the show religiously. I would count down the hours until air time each week starting a couple of days before. I stayed with it after Laura Palmer's killer was revealed, gladly enduring some of the more aggravating subplots (most notably, the low rent Postman Always Rings Twice storyline involving James Hurley). I bought The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer and read it until it's spine came apart. I ran several red lights and sped through the breakdown lane in order to make the opening night screening of Fire Walk With Me (having been made late by a tardy, inconsiderate and non-obsessed friend). I owned t-shirts, posters, soundtracks (and everything else by Angelo Badalamenti and/or Julee Cruise I could get my hands on). But my most prized possession was this:



The tape in my cassette has long since evaporated but I can still hear it: the whistling pines through Agent Cooper's car window, his starched shirt bravado, his whimsical enthusiasm over the tiny pleasures in life, his meticulous sexiness. Rrrow! Never before had a lonely girl owned such an audio pleasure.

And now thanks to the Internet and the eagle-eye of my dearest friend Mindy, I (and you, you lucky bastards) can drift to sleep to the melodious tones of a good man's diary in mp3 format!

http://my.opera.com/mountainsofmadness/blog/show.dml/507455

That is...excuse me...a damn good download!