She's Dead, Wrapped in Plastic

“She’s dead, wrapped in plastic.” So began my love of the show Twin Peaks. The deadpan delivery of that line has stuck with me for well over a decade. Angelo Badalamenti’s score and the lilting voice of Julee Cruise haunt me to this day.

I’ve always dreamed of finding my own Twin Peaks. A town filled with Log Ladies and Audrey Hornes. A town with a diner that serves the world’s best cherry pie and damn fine cups of coffee. A town where everyone is more than they appear. Where you can spend a lifetime getting to know someone, where you look forward to each new day’s opportunity to learn one new thing about them.

At times I feel like Agent Dale Cooper. Wide-eyed amazement at the world around him. Yet accepting everything as if it’s completely normal. And the dead pan delivery. I have that down pat.

Last night Hippolyte and I talked about my weekend with SkyPrincess. Hippolyte has gotten use to how I describe personal things. For a stranger, it can be very clinical, very deadpan. But she knows, and she understands the shear joy that is filling my heart. It’s just you can’t tell listening to me.

So thank you SkyPrincess for inviting me into your Twin Peaks. I look forward to getting to know your Donna Haywards, Laura Palmers, Bobby Briggs, Log Ladies, dancing dwarves, and one-arm men. To each new day’s discoveries. *cheers!*

Mizike