sunday night movies, friday night lights, and still yet every night with agent cooper

You've seen a few foreign languages movies that don't have English subtitles, right? I don't think I ever really had until Sunday night in New Hampshire, in Concord, with Avishay and his bookclub. We watched a Norwegian horror about Nazi zombies in ski country. It's called Dead Snow. Watching it without really knowing what the characters were saying was a-o-k. And fun because people were big on calling out with their guesses and witticisms, and also, with Nazi zombies and Norwegian skiers, do we really need to know the details? There were lots of zombie and human intestines and blood coming out of mouths and snow and references to other horror and squished eyes and other body parts. Not too much sex but some, and that in an outhouse. Some of the state parks here have these great outhouses, all wood and really tasteful but not completely enclosed, so some good pseudo-outdoor peeing. Anyway, one character, a girl with dreadlocks, was really killer, she survived on her own so hardcore, like, hanging off a cliff fight off a zombie and hanging on only to the intestines of a disemboweled zombie wedged in some tree branches at the top of the cliff-- I was pretty entralled with all the intestines work. Do special effects people major in things? If so, these ones majored in guts, for sure. So, that was fun. Concord is a good town, even if they don't have a coffeeshop that stays open past 6 and isn't in a chain bookstore. And every place I ever visit, I want to move there. I'm good at daydreaming up alternate lives in places I'm a stranger to. On the ride home, which was about two hours, I also daydreamed up another tattoo. I'm gonna get a bison on my left arm, on the inside between my elbow and wrist, for Buffalo, you know. Hometown pride.

So, on to the television. I never watch the Biggest Loser but I've heard good things. Anyway, I have four housemates: Ezra, Stephanie and Xander. Stephanie and Xander have never seen Twin Peaks before but Ezra and I have. So we're all kind of going through the series, sometimes with other people around, but at different times since we all have different schedules and there have been some rare but fun days where three or four of us altogether catch an episode and that's nice and cozy because I really like my housemates. I was bored at first with the show, especially the Log Lady intros on the DVD which are cool in theory but are mostly poorly written, but it really picks up when things start to get weird with Killer Bob and the one-armed man, so I'm into it like always before and again. And I like that it's on the TV at lots of random times in the living room.

A girl at the videostore is really into Hoarders and Intervention, two shows I would totally watch if I had cable. I should see if those shows are online. I can relate to hoarders, and I think my grandmother might have been one because she could never throw away National Geographics or newspapers. She also never left the house, so there's some historical precendent for my sometimes shut-in behavior.

Which brings us to Friday Night Lights, which is my fall-asleep-to show. I thought I was done after the first season. No dice. I like that the coach's wife is a strong and good character, but in the second season she kind of loses it because she has a teenage daughter and a new baby and her husband moves away to be a college football coach. The second season also features a murder (!) and a weird love story between a slut and a nerd. I like the show overall because the teenagers are all really strong but also confused and they go into their complicated lives in good ways. It's unrealistic maybe, I guess I don't really know, or wait, I was going to say, these kids get away with a lot of drinking and stuff that doesn't seem realistic but oh I must be too old to imagine how they do it. When I really think about it, which I just did, it's not so hard to pull ones over on adults. So I guess it's helping me get in touch with the teens. But maybe only the melodramatic, murdering, football-obsessed or -hating, murdering ones.