I had to come up with a last minute costume idea on a very cheap budget this year. Normally I'm a planner and I've got everything picked out months ahead of time.
This year, not so much.
I needed something easy but original and with essentials generic enough that I could pick them up at the local holiday stop and shop.
Rich Uncle Pennybags, also known as the Monopoly Banker Guy, was perfect.
I already had the vest which came with my White Rabbit costume from a few years back, the hat I picked up for around $10, the bow tie $3, the cane $5 and the mustache was $8.
Most mustaches come with a strip of adhesive but 20 minutes of wear and the sticky will start to loose its gusto. Without the mustache this particular costume is kapoot, so it is well worth it to invest in a small bottle of Spirit Gum adhesive for additional $7 including the remover.
Good luck with the costume parties and be responsible out there!
About a week and a half ago, David Lynch posted a very exciting and cryptic tweet directly in a style that only David Lynch would do.
Those of us who have been riding along in the Twin Peaks band wagon the last few decades started getting a little hysterical.
And then... A few days later, I see this little 60 second YouTube video pop up on the Internet:
Oh. My. God.
You guys.
Showtime is bringing back the television show Twin Peaks for a limited 9 episode 3rd season.
I am so excited I could shit a mouse.
My skin has goosebumps so hard I look like bubble wrap.
Well, grab yourself a cup of damn good coffee, a piece of huckleberry pie, and maybe even a double stacked jelly donut because we're approaching the quarter century mark.
When I was 20 years old, I rented the first season of Twin Peaks on VHS from our local video store. At the time I didn't know a lot about director David Lynch except that he was a genius and that he and Mark Frost had managed to create a show which totally disorientated me and consumed me to the core. It was creepy, it was entrancing, it was curious and hypnotizing.
Twin Peaks was totally uncommercial which is what made me fall so completely in love with it. The characters were authentic, fresh and so very peculiar. The Man From Another Place, The One Armed Man, Killer BOB, Special Agent Dale Cooper... they all left me in a state of spellbound captivation and I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Twin Peaks was nominated for 18 Emmy awards, 4 Golden Globes, and 2 Grammys. In 2004 and 2007, it was ranked numbers 20 and 24 on TV Guide's Top Cult Shows Ever and in 2002, it was labeled as one of the "Top 50 Television Programs of All Time." In 2007, Time Magazine positioned the show on their list of the "100 Best TV Shows of All-Time."
My husband and I are currently in the middle of revisiting this series on Netflix.
If you're planning on doing the same for the very first time, prepare yourself for a wild ride. These episodes are fabulous and groundbreaking entertainment which rocked the world back in their glory days. Truly a gift for all of us cult loving weirdos.
I've spoken before about the World's most tragic and magnificent love story playing out high in the sky above our heads.
The Sun and the Moon, constantly chasing one another around and around, year after year, century after century. But every once in a great while, they finally catch up. They have such a brief moment to hug, to hold one essential kiss as the entire universe slows down to watch. And just like that, it's over.
Not by their own accord, but because a force greater than their own says it must be so. They grip tight as long as they can until the pull is so great they have to let go. And the chase continues. Until the next time. Last night we had a total lunar eclipse in the sign of Aries while the sun is in Libra. These two are polar opposites. They agree on nothing. What does this mean? Wake up calls, restlessness, rebellion. We crave movement. We're about freedom. We react rather than respond. We're all on fire and we're acting out of our shadow side. For me personally, I'm anxious. I spend my nights dealing with the lashing out of my own mind. Too much emotional turbulence. Soon enough, we'll return to cruising altitude and the captain will take off the "fasten seat belt" sign. I just have to wait it out with my peanuts and my spilt soda. In the meantime, I shop. This week at our favorite thrift store, I found the score of a lifetime.
This is a 1967 Jason brand telescope and I'm in love.
Junk?
Maybe.
But there is a moon eclipse in Aries which I'd love to see up close.
So I bought it.
Sometimes you stumble on unpredicted things that you would normally never expect to go together but for whatever reason they just fit in the most beautiful harmony.
As of this morning, the full moon is slowly starting his 2 week final decent to becoming new again. So for all you fellow transients out there,
take a deep breath.
The nomadic noise is going to start smoothing itself out soon enough and your mayday calls will get answered.
Don't be afraid to get up and walk around a little. You're welcome to come say hello to me while we taxi towards the gate. I'll be sitting back in coach with my headphones on typing away on my Macbook Pro. Feel free to tap me on the shoulder, I'd love to hear from you.
